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The Fire Side
The Fire Side
Sit round the flippin fire an tell your stories an poems ta the members wot wot!
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Subject: A Question of Life


Author:
Just Guess. -__-;
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Date Posted: 19:37:54 01/14/03 Tue
Do they feel when their hearts bleed of emotional wound?
Do they see the misery and sorrow of the many others?
Do they know that everything is infinite shadows of gray?
Do they smell the rotting of the earth, and all that is pure?

And perhaps they do know for these things do not go unnoticed.
The world is no longer fresh, the mind no longer innocent.
Life can no longer be considered as a petty game,
For it is now a competition of mental strength and will.

Hope has forsaken all lands, and everything is barren.
Minds are filled will deceit, and treacherous lies can not be avoided.
And then the question that all must truly contemplate.
Do they realize that you live, only to in the end, die?


I was depressed. Feh. Any negative comments (that doesn't mean constructive criticism) is not recommended, as I'll just point and laugh. Virtual cookies are always recommended, though.

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Subject: Short poem


Author:
Owner of the poorbeasts refuge
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Date Posted: 21:45:31 01/13/03 Mon
Poem of a depressed hare. Author: no one cares.

Searching south of moss
For a homely glade
I felt that i was near
Where my refuge could be made

Further down south
Tree cover became liddle
I found an envious sward
With depression in the middle

I ripped and i picked
I axed, then i cheered
My Refuge for goodbeasts
Had sort of appeared

I live in that large cavern now
With poorbeasts, deaf and mute
The blind ones wander aimlessly
And live in peace to boot

The entrance has been camouflaged
The vermin cannot see
What lies beneath their roving feet
My beasts live happily

I left one day to search for more
Helpless beasts to join
I came upon this fort one day
And outside, found a coin

I joined the fort and found new peace
More friends appeared each day
And so i lived on happliy
And stopped going my way

One day a beautiful creature came
With whom i fell in love
I thought her completely perfect
Like an angel from above

But then there came another beast
And so, to my dismay
They stole that beautiful one from me
To be wedded some day

And so i left this fort for good
And southward headed for home
No trouble came upon my way
As i treaded through the loam

At last i reached the refuge
And was welcomed by the beasts in the dome
And through it all i realised
That was my only home

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Subject: A story I wrote...


Author:
Dartpaw
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Date Posted: 21:52:36 01/12/03 Sun
I never get around to finishing any of my stories... : )

But I love writing them, and this story you may like or may not, but remember my story of the otter in Nighway abbey.
Well, several miles away there was a forest community called Oakwood. and many creatures lived there, including a young mousemaid named Narie (Na-ry)


Narie woke up from her sleep, she pulled back the cloth covers, and looked around her room.
It was dark, she sun hadn't come up yet and her two brothers were still asleep.
Slari, and Nammy were her two brothers who both were younger then her and they kinda got on her nerves alot...
But anyway she decided to take a walk, through the trees at night.
She was walking and it was kinda chilly, since it was late autumn.
She then saw a shadow jump down from a tree, she screamed and a voice called out.
'Don't yell wot! you'll wake up the blinkin forest, and you don't want that!'
The figure was a hare whose fur was all ruffled and looked kind of silly, like a fluffy bird.

'Oh, it's you Kiptem I thought you were a vermin.'
The hare smoothed down his fur, 'Vermin hah! I have seen vermin around for many seasons now, don't have to worry me gal, they wouldn't come around a village like this with all these warriors protecting it... by the way your brothers did they?'
'Oh, they haven't graduated yet, I heard some vermin were around south of here, and old Sapelm was training warriors
to help and they joined within minutes, but we already have five great ones, I don't know why we need more... unless sapelm isn't telling us something.'

The two friends walked down the path back to the village...
'What were you doing anyway up in the trees?' Narie asked

'I was looking to see if he came yet?'
'Who?'
'My cousin Parror, he was supposed to be coming soon and I wanted to talk to him about something, because he was coming from the south, and if he has seen vermin he would know how many there were in the group... estimating by dozens or hundreds, even if there were they couldn't kill him because a hare is a tough and perilous creature... they don't die easily.

Narie saw the sun rising... and she thought she saw a shadow...

'I saw something!'

The two weren't sure if it was vermin but they walked over to where the shadow was, and noticed it was a woodlander.

Kiptem yelped and saw it was his cousin...

He was wounded.

'what happened!?'

'Vermin, south... they are coming, there were about 50 or 60, they wounded me, but I got away... we have to fight.'
The mousemaid and her hare friend carried The hare back to the village, and they knew they needed lots of help, fast.

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Subject: ....


Author:
Cuimhin Waveripple (aka Longlegs G. Swiftfoot)
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Date Posted: 03:26:00 12/17/02 Tue
((ooc: I thought I needed a storyteller alt, 'cos Longlegs wouldn't be able to with his accent and all that. ^_^ This 'un's a new one, typed up without writing it down first.... Been a long time since I've written something over here!! ^_^))

**the young otter shuffled uncertainly into the room, her heavy travelling cloak drawn tight about her. The winter winds buffeted her thin frame as she struggled to close the door against their fierce onslaught, finally managing to bolt it shut with a whack from her javelin. Shaking the snow off her cloak, she laid it by the fire to dry as she curled up comfortably on a rush mat, leaning back. Turning her slate-grey eyes upon the beasts in the room, she cracked a wide smile, laying her javelin down beside her** Well, mates, looks like ye want a story, eh? **chuckles softly** 'Twas quite some time ago, this 'un, though I think ye'll like ta hear it. Dreamers can become warriors, you know... all in the time of a bitter winter, just like this 'un.... **shifting into a more comfortable position, she began her tale, closing her eyes and recalling all the complicated details, unravelling the tale with her gifted tongue**

It was a cold night at Redwall Abbey, the wind honing the icicles down to keen blades with its haunting dirge, always howling ceaselessly. All were asleep, for it was late, past midnight, save for one beast. Deripe Flightleap the young leveret was standing waist-deep in the rain-crusted snow, blinking away frost from his strange blue eyes. They were eyes of a dreamer, quiet and thoughtful, always fixed in a faraway gaze. A smile was on his face as he snapped off an icicle as long as his arm, an icy crack issuing as he drew it from its perch among its glittering kin. The bitter wind tugged at his light, almost white, brown fur, his cloak fluttering loose behind him as he pranced about with his icy weapons, thrusting and parrying at imaginary foes, the wind shrieking down his ears and around his limber form. In his mind he was running wild with the Long Patrol, a long sabre dangling from his scarred paw as he marched at the front of the ranks, a column of dust rising in the wake of the spirited, perilous hares. He laughed, wishing himself away from the annoyingly peaceful recesses of Redwall Abbey, falling backwards into the snow and lying there, breathless from his adventure.

The Long Patrol!

What a glorious thought, galloping free with the dangerous, free-willed hares of Salamandastron, led by a wise and fearless Badger Lord to some faraway battle, destined to gain victory. He wanted to be rid of Redwall Abbey and its peaceful, boring ways. He wanted to be wild, a beast of the outdoors, a true warrior. He wanted to sing those soul-raising marching songs, his voice swept away with the wind as he tore through the country like an arrow from a bow. He wanted to run like the winter wind, swifter than a gale and stronger than thunder. He wanted to be free!

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Subject: The Missing Saga Book One: Makings of a Warrior


Author:
Jessie
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Date Posted: 06:39:01 01/08/03 Wed
PROLOUGE: A Saga Begins


A lone candle’s flame flickered in Cregga’s old bedroom in Redwall Abbey. Rosabel the Recorder was only heard by the scratching of her elegant quill pen. Her saga was almost finished.
A knock was heard at the door.
“Come in.”
A tiny mousebabe trundled in, his usually wide eyes half closed with drowsiness.
The squirrel Recorder smiled as she bent to pick him up into her lap. “Trey! What a pleasant surprise! Now, what, may I ask, are you doing up here at this time of night?”
The small mousebabe rubbed his eyes and looked imploringly into Rosabel’s eyes. “Tway wants anotha stowy.”
The rather young squirrel smiled secretively. “Ah, I take it you like my story on the Taggerung at supper a few days ago. It was a rather interesting story, wasn’t it?”
Trey nodded.
Rosabel sat Trey in an armchair across from her as she shuffled some parchments together. “Well, all I’ve been doing for the past days since I was allowed to convert Cregga’s old room into my office was write. I found some remarkable recordings in the gatehouse some seasons ago, and they must’ve been lost for generations, because I don’t recall being taught about this when I was at the Abbey School.”
The young dibbun blanched at the words “Abbey School”. Rosabel patted him reassuringly. “Don’t worry, it isn’t as boring as Brother Hoben explains it. This story was fascinating.”
“Pweeze tellit t’Tway!”
The squirrelmaid took a deep breath. “Oh, I will. I’m afraid that the entire saga I found can’t all be told in one sitting, and I’ve only written the first part. It’s still an intriguing story. So, just lie back in your chair, but don’t go to sleep. Otherwise, you will miss the tale of a lifetime. The beginning of a remarkable saga, a saga we had never known until now, but is now here, in my very paws, about to unfold before you. Listen to my tale, a tale of young warriors, and bravery, as well as treachery, love, as well as hate. Freedom, as well as slavery, and work, as well as play. This is the beginning of The Missing Saga.”

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Subject: ooc: Ummm....


Author:
Lancepaw Fortesque
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Date Posted: 16:07:40 12/21/02 Sat
This trendy girl at my school came up to me and said "Are you a goth" and I raised my oh so common bemused eyebrow and said "Nah! I just like to impersonate them at parties". Usually people back off but being the right little **coughs** madam she is she moved around to my sid eof the desk. "Why do you like it?". I basically told her and she left but I've been thinking and so I did this poemy thing.

What it means to be a goth/greebo

What does it mean to be a goth/greebo?
It means loving black,
Feeling so in tune with your music
that when it plays you feel empowered.
It means living life your own way,
Not following a certain fashion.

It means not caring what people think,
showing your trueself all the time.
Having to put up with black and purple
striped tights ^_^ and eyeliner.

It means dishing out sarcasm at every
available moment.
I means loving what you do and what you are.
Not being afraid to speak your mind,
no matter who it opposes or challenges.

It doesn't mean you hate christianity
or any other religion.
It isn't about worshipping evil.
It's about being free from everything.
It's about being dark.
Loosing yourself in the music.

That's what it means.

**Cringes and hides in a corner** Ahh, regretting posting that already >_<

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Subject: Long time since I was on here...


Author:
Alpha
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Date Posted: 18:16:18 01/02/03 Thu
Two things:

"Now have I come into this world, knowing little of what goes on.
Trying to survive, I keep holding on.
Carry on, carry on,
They leave me behind.
Far away, so far away,
They happily play.
O me who sits alone,
Away from the world.
Carry on, carry on,
I am alone in this place"

"If only, if only,
the wolf howled at night.
If only, if only,
He begins to cry.
If only, if only,
he saw through my eyes.
If only, if only,
tonight"

Did you like them?
~Alpha

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Subject: Continuation, (Next time I'll try to post in the replys.)


Author:
Dartpaw
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Date Posted: 21:20:37 01/03/03 Fri
So far a boy named Cody had gone into a strange world run by talking animals who in which were in an everlasting middle ages period... for a while he learned their culture and got settled in but wanted to find a way home, so he went to find the wise vole for help but gave up not beiong able to find him, and built a shack and lived there.
His nephew in the real world, missed him everly so and wished he could find him.
And while his parents were out his house somehow ended up in the mossflower woods.

(Now the continuation)

The two mice looked at the human, they have heard of a human in the parts long long ago (Humans still have a comarison life span to the creatures as they would in real life, 3 human years for cody, was about 1 generation in redwall)
The one scared mouse named Achale was still kind of nervous, but the other mouse who was more braver knew from his grandfather that they were friendly.

They just stood there looking at eachother.

'Well, I guess I should show you my home...' Said thomas nervously.

'By all means show us lad, we would like to see what the human world has, if it was anything like the other human said to us... of course none of us really could believe it...'
The boy showed them the bedrooms and the bathroom, the eating room, and kitchen.
They were amazed at all the gadgets there were.
But he couldn't show them the basement, since it was underground and couldn't really leave.

'Boy, humans sure are interesting creatures, I would like to meet more sometime.'
Thomas then remembered something that struck him... 'why didn't I think of that earlier!'
He took of some books from the bookshelf, and passed them to the mice.
'Do any of these books look familier to you?'
The two mice looked at them, and of course they were redwall books. ^_^

The two mice scanned through them, and some things looked familiar such as the name martin the warrior, and salamandastron, and Redwall 'of course'
'What are these lad?'
'Books!'
The nervous mouse looked at them, and cried... 'This is our abbey's history! how could someone from a different world know of everything we did!?'
Thomas thought for a second... 'Brian Jacques wrote this... my theory is possibly when someone writes a story it could be actually happening in a different world, or maybe a physic link, or possibly I got teleported inside his mind...'
'Bah!' This world has been around longer then that guy could have ever been, but humans live a long time.... um...' Achale stuttered.

Thomas then tried to change the subject, but wanted to know more about humans,
'What was the other human's name...!?'
'I don't know, but it's probably in the records.'

The mice and the boy went out and Thomas then realized that if he entered a book world of redwall, there must be other book worlds too.

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Subject: Another Poem


Author:
Dream
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Date Posted: 18:47:28 01/01/03 Wed
Outcast is the Raven
Or so I Am Told
Outcast is the Raven
Her Soul has been Sold
Outcast is the Raven
Impossable to Hold
Outcast is the Raven
alone in the Cold
Outcast is the Raven
Growing ever more Bold
Outcast is the Raven....or so i am told....

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Subject: My story


Author:
shadow Fakecane the wanderer
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Date Posted: 01:50:19 12/16/02 Mon
i am staying for the winter so I thought I wite you my story[i can't talk you'll learn why in my story]. I am shadow fake cane a mem*stops to earase and start over on his slate* ber of a family of 13 mountain otters. We worked for our grampa as merchant[he was very weathy]. Mountain otters tend to have alot of pups. We lived*erase,erase,erase* at our grand parets house and on the newly renaimed, cornwave. Okay on to the story. It closely envolves two other members of the fort, Corrin fieldblade , and uncle Deltorian.

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Subject: The Void: A Poem


Author:
Retina
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Date Posted: 02:26:20 12/28/02 Sat
Silence echoes throughout the emptiness,
And the air is crisp and cold, stinging flesh.
The sound of pure stillness ringing in the mind,
Surrounded to the paranoid darkness of the void.

There is no life, no death, and no noise.
The air is foul, and every movement painful.
Floating boundless in the misty black hue,
Taken prisoner to the depts of the void.

It is unreal, yet lives in the darkness of mind,
Where hidden pain and despair dwells and thrives.
And when anguish grows, the shadows spring,
And the void seizes its innocent prey.

For that is all the void is; a mere shadow of doubt,
And it grows with anger and fear and threat.
And when it catches ahold of a worthy victim,
Inescapable and inevitable becomes the void.




A/N: Got an idea for this while watching FotR and that part in Bree when Frodo puts on the ring. Stupid, stupid Frodo...^__^ J/k, of course.

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Subject: I write poems when i'm depressed. This was from a while ago


Author:
Dream Nightsword-Moonlance
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Date Posted: 21:14:59 12/22/02 Sun
Outcast
Sometimes I cry
But my woes go unheard
The voice of an outcast
takes wing like a Bird
not to fall upon Hearts
but to mournfully soar
until my voice
can cry out no more
so fall upon nothing
but hearts set in stone
and burn like the fire
that smoldered my soul
may this be my solace
to finally die
"Remember Me Outcast! Bird Trying To Fly!"
and to be remembered as outcast
Bird lost from the sky
c) Mariann Howell 2002

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Subject: Fallen from Grace


Author:
Willow
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Date Posted: 17:36:46 12/22/02 Sun
When I was sitting there cryin',
You were comforting me,
My head was messed up and you messed it right back,
And I don't know what to say,
How to show you that I care,
But I want you to know,
I will always be there

When the day grows dim,
And night draws on,
I will be there to help you,
'Cos you were there for me

In a parrallel place,
I was there, I was dreamin',
And a hand stretched out to me,
And pulled me into the light.

I've fallen from grace.

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Subject: *sits by the fire* Who wants a story?


Author:
Mike the Windrider
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Date Posted: 02:15:48 12/22/02 Sun

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Subject: *Haremaid sits alone, thinking*


Author:
Roseblossom
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Date Posted: 15:40:05 12/20/02 Fri
*She then looks up and dips her quill into ink* I am about to tell the story of what can happen to a family of good, honest beasts when evil ones are abroad.*She starts writing*
The Daggerpearl family lived all over Mossflower country. They were honest travelers and warriors, good hares all. One night......... *As you look at the hare writing, you notice her many scars for the first time. She pauses writing and looks up once more* My sister Swordblossom will help me write also. I hope that together, we can weave a good yarn. *She resumes writing*

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Subject: More Sapsorrow:


Author:
Foxglove
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Date Posted: 20:09:18 12/16/02 Mon
..."Oh, no!" the king cried upon seeing his daughter. "I cannot marry you!"
She could not marry her father.
She could not ignore the law.
She could not marry her father!
She could not ignore the law!
So she locked herself away in her room for days upon end, but the people were growing impatient. Finally the Royal Advisor yelled through her door that no matter what the concequences, the marriage must take place. She thought for a minute, and then called out,"Find me a dress as golden as the sun."
She knew that to find such a dress would take time, and so she started making something of her own...

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Subject: Dawn: A Poem


Author:
Retina
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Date Posted: 01:02:59 12/18/02 Wed

Though darkness has crept onto the earth,
Below the horizon, the sun lies and waits.
And slowly, the stars and moon dissappear,
And the sky is lit with an intense haze.

Through the canopy filters blonde sunlight,
Ever chaste and bright among the trees.
And the flowers and turf are lighten up
As in shadows, morning light is seen.

The sky is set in a rich color array,
of vivid gold, purple and blue.
Morning dew hangs upon each tree leaf,
And surrounding all is a misty hue.

Rich wonderful melodies fill the air,
compliments of the crickets and birds.
And with the song, flowers shall dance
With the wind, to the song without words.

Morning bells ring and fill the crisp air,
And continuously shining are the sun's rays.
And as the moon fades, birds will sing:
Rejoice, for it is a new day.



AN: Not my best, I don't think. Nope, Bittersweet Truth still holds that title. But I still like it. ^___^

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Subject: The haremaid was sitting down in her armchair in the cornair beside a paraffin lamp beside her


Author:
Southpaw Evenstar
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Date Posted: 13:20:18 12/19/02 Thu
She was scrawling away in a little volume busily, head bent over her work as she dipped her quill into the ink and sucked the feather thoughtfully. Looking up she muttered: This is my story. My life story. Anybeast wanna hear it?

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Subject: hows you doing


Author:
Ruby Redtail
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Date Posted: 03:31:50 12/20/02 Fri

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Subject: Shadowed reality


Author:
Southpaw
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Date Posted: 07:21:19 12/14/02 Sat
Shadowed Reality

In the dark of the night nothing is real
Tip toeing through the streets
Nothing stirs in the Witching hour
Nothing is the Shadowed Reality

Dreams and illusions flitter through the mind
The wind whispers in the trees
It`s all the same, nothing else is wrong
while still it carries on

And the darkness deepens
as the light is deadened
It all depends on the deadly hues
The night time shadows and the fiendish thoughts

That flicker of hope
Dies away in the end
No way out of this misery
No help for anything at all in the Wondering quiet world

The things I`ve said won`t matter anymore
Not while you still beleive
But kif ever you find out that I am right
Don`t expect help just the Shadowed Reality

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Subject: winter


Author:
Pyxis Rosethorne
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Date Posted: 00:27:20 12/10/02 Tue

i watch

as i walk this lonely path
i see the fallen leaves
ornamenting the trails
like troops of soldiers
fallen from nature's battle
tumbling into a dusty oblivian
and left to die

blue skies glitter through the trees
creating an illusion
of a thousand sapphires
strung in the clouds
an infinte necklace
of indefinite beauty

snow coats the trees
giving them white features
and i watch...
and wonder
why they resemble an unfinished drawing
an incomplete painting
full of wonder and beauty
is the purposeful work of mother nature?
is she the one with the skillful hand?
does she sacrafice her own soldiers...
year after year...
just for beauty?



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Subject: I`m gonna try my luck at poems.This ones a bit weird though (Sory about the double post.This is the right one)


Author:
Southpaw the pregnant poet
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Date Posted: 14:12:46 12/04/02 Wed
When a child is born

A ray of hope flickers in the sky
Atiny star lights up way too high
All across the land dawns a brand new morn
This comes to pass when a child is born


A silent wish sails the seven seas
The winds of change whisper in the trees
And the walls of doubt
Crumble fast and torn
This comes to pass when a child is born


A rosy hue settles all around
You`ve got the feel you`re on solid ground
For a spell of two no one seems fororn
This comes to pass when a child is born


It`s all a dream, an illusion now
It must come true sometime soon somehow
All across the land dawns a brand new morn
This comes to pass when a child is born


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Subject: A new story. (I'm going to try for an original story.) I will continue my cody story sometime, but for now Enjoy : )


Author:
Dartpaw
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Date Posted: 00:37:08 12/07/02 Sat
Tekkeh the hedgehog woke up one sunny morning, he looked out the window of his dormitory and saw the golden sun peaking out over salamandastron far far away.
He was a male hedgehog just starting his adulthood, but sadly just before his mother died she bore another child, a daughter named Tippleleaf.
He loved his baby sister, and tried to care for her as if she was a daughter to him, and tried to teach her good from bad...
He was thinking as he was looking out the window, and heard a knock on his door.
'Who is there?' He asked.
'Brekkist is on thee hoose mr Tekkeh, Miz Herty told mi you'd loike a smudgeon of Vittles befere you goo out.'
Is was Snoprey the Squirrel from the far north, he acted as assitant cook to Friar Hopple.
'Thank you snoprey, I will enjoy it. what is it?'
'Joost 'ot breed an' meent tea.'
'Is Tippleleaf up yet?'
'I doo not know'
'That's okay,'

Tekkeh the hedgehog looked all around the abbey for the little scamp, but sadly could not find her, she was not in her bed nor the orchard nor the walls.
'Where could she be, the hedgehog panicked, he looked everywhere, but sadly he did not hear the hooting outside the walls.'

3 vermin, a weasel a stoat and a Rat were happy because they found a little hedgemaid walking around outside the abbey,
'Aye, she musta slipped through when no-one was lookin' eh mate?' The stoat squeaked with delight.
'Shut yer trap!' the rat slapped the weasel on the nose.
'I wouldn't be surprised if armed forces came looking for that pincusion, if not for those noises you were making but for how loud you were talking! now let's get away with her quick before they spot us!'
The rat quickly gagged the struggling hedgehog who had never seen a rat before and carried her into the forest.

when they were deep in the forest the stoat sat down beneath a tree.
'I got prickles in my fur Starclaw!'
The weasel also complained....
I carn't 'andle a edgepig either, sharp little things.'
The rat Starclaw looked at both of them and spat.
'I don't care for yer excuses!, the boss was looking for a baby he can ransom to redwall for lots of gold!, we can be rich!'
The weasel then looked confused.
'Why would they need money, they 'ave everything they need in there!'
The rat spat again 'What would you know Dingear?!'
'My ancestor knew a vermin named Blaggut a shipbuilder e' was, he went in redwall, and was looking for treasure, they 'ad a orchard, and a pond, but they don't need money, it is a haven for all good creatures. the story is passed down alot, because he is only one of the few vermin that ever went in and lived to tell about it. '
Starclaw looked and knew he must be lying because if there was no treasure why did so many warlords want to take it over, he knew they had something and he wanted to find out what.
To be continued

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Subject: Another attempt at poetry. I never knew it was so easy really.


Author:
Southie
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Date Posted: 07:14:03 12/14/02 Sat
thoughts

Floating along our dusty minds
Our simple thoughts collide
Nothing spces reality
It`s just an illusion. A dream

The misted shrouds of time collapse
Our memories bring back
Things we want to know
Or maybe not

Silent wishes race through our minds
Our brains over run
Too full of thoughts and endless dreams
No more space at all

Tears and Fears all in one
with joy and happiness too
But heed my words. I told you before
It`s a Illusion. A dream.

Nothing can save you except yourself
when time stands still in your head
Swirling mists and clouds of fog
Slowing your symptoms down

It`s all your fault for letting these things
Enter your troubled mind
For now you know that all is not what it seems
Its an illusion. A dream

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Subject: *hyper squirrel actully calms down for once and lugs a big book over to the fireside and sits down.*


Author:
Martina Songflower Reguba-Swiftflight
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Date Posted: 18:02:56 10/11/02 Fri
Here is my story! Hope you enjoy it!

Extract from the diary of Moonflower DeFormelo Tussock, assistant recorder of Redwall Abbey.
I say, it’s a jolly good day for a story, Wot! So much snow we can’t get out, a nice warm fire, and a beautiful haremaid to tell a tale; that’s me, Wot Wot!
I’ve finally finished the epic tale of …well, lots of stuff: basically stuff that happened before I was born. My mum’s in it!
Come inside, wot, and listen to a heroic tale (or should I say ‘tail’) of adventure!



Prologue

One stormy night, something happened. A small something, indeed a something so small, nobeast thought much about it. In an abandoned home, re-inhabited by vermin, a female wildcat made her appearance. At the same moment, a tiny squirrelmaid was born.
Deadly enemies.

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Subject: Just wondering....


Author:
Torqua
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Date Posted: 21:59:21 12/07/02 Sat
(once it's up)Did any of you like my'Do Not Look Bck' on the woodland ledends?It's kinda short, but I like it, just wanna know your opinion!

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Subject: Aftermath: /Another/ Angst Poem


Author:
Retina
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Date Posted: 13:15:50 12/06/02 Fri
Corpses litter the strewn ground,
The consequences shall be paid.
The air reeks of stingy foulness,
And many lifeless need to be laid.

The sky is set in a crimson-red hue,
Similar to the tinge of the ground.
Silence rings in the ears of survivors,
The outcome results in empty sound.

Pain strikes emotionially and physically,
As those left slump past the deceased.
Scattered along their body, from the prior,
Are the wounds that the wind will tease.

Thus is the aftermath of the brutal event.
The bells, from now forward, shall rattle:
War should be forever now avoided,
For these are the consequences of battle.



A/N: This was a challenge from a friend of mine. She wanted to know if I could write a poem without writing the word death, die, blood, etc. O.o I used 'pain' once. She said I could. ^^;;

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Subject: The Names - A Poem


Author:
Kaoin Scarface
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Date Posted: 01:33:52 12/07/02 Sat
As the moon gleams a blazing crescent,
And the stars come into sight
I sit here on the Abbey steps,
Though I’ve been waiting all night

The travelers were expected home,
Earlier that day
My best friend among the group,
Who chose to go away

The dibbuns in the abbey,
Have all been put to sleep
The other abbey members
Hang their heads low and weep

Yet I sit here and wait for them,
For my heart was filled with trust
And my heart almost skipped a beat,
when I first saw the dust

It traveled along the trail,
and I stood up to see
A short mouse in a wagon,
Pulled up along side me

He handed me a parchment, a grave look on his face
He bowed went back on the trail,
Until I saw of him no trace

I opened up the parchment,
The names were written here,
Of the ones who bravely risked their lives,
They echoed in my ear

I looked down sadly at my friend’s name,
All of this a blur
I went back in the abbey,
As a tear crawled through my fur

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Subject: *Nysest walks in with a large red book with silver binding. She sits down in her favourite armchair by the fire and smiles*


Author:
Nysest
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Date Posted: 20:38:41 11/29/02 Fri
I started writing this last night as I was thinking about my eldest brother, Reeve. Hopefully I'll actually finish this one ^_^. I'll put the first chapter in reply form, its not too long, but just to save some space on the board.

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Subject: I`m gonna try my luck at poems.This ones a bit weird though


Author:
Southpaw the pregnant poet
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Date Posted: 14:11:03 12/04/02 Wed
When a child is born
A ray of hope flickers in the sky
Atiny star lights up way too high
All across the land dawns a brand new morn
This comes to pass when a child is born


A silent wish sails the seven seas
The winds of change whisper in the trees
And the walls of doubt
Crumble fast and torn
This comes to pass when a child is born


A rosy hue settles all around
You`ve got the feel you`re on solid ground
For a spell of two no one seems fororn
This comes to pass when a child is born


It`s all a dream, an illusion now
It must come true sometime soon somehow
All across the land dawns a brand new morn
This comes to pass when a child is born


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Subject: Shadows: A Freestyle Poem


Author:
Retina
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Date Posted: 15:14:16 12/01/02 Sun

Hiding in the shadows, waiting.
Promises are only debts unpaid.
Not giving another second glance,
As they pass and continue on.

Lurking in the deep crowds
Are the hunters, preying on the hunted.
Waiting to strike on the targets
Who are easiest, most vulnerable.

Sticks and stones may break bones,
And words will hurt from within.
To stay silent and unnoticable,
Is the only way to avoid hurt.

Invisibility is a curse, and a blessing.
Avoided, yet presense is known.
But perhaps that is the best,
For the hunters don't prey in the shadows.


A/N: Personally, I think this one is rather dark and peculiar. I'm not sure if y'all will get this one.

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Subject: Common Sense : A Redwallish Ditty


Author:
Retina
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Date Posted: 18:18:00 11/30/02 Sat
If snakes had fur and ants made honey,
This world would be right messed up.
I'd pinch myself until I could no more
If my lovely plate turned into a cup.

Somethings were made to be that way,
So good ale ain't ought to be a tart.
Mice don't fly and neither do badgers;
If you know that, you're pretty smart.

Logic is always a good thing to have.
If a fish has paws, you're in a dream.
Afar, a squirrel might look like a mouse,
But all things are not what they seem.

So pinch away if you see a vole with scales,
Or if your friend just grew another paw.
If my chestnuts could float and pie could fly,
It would be the strangest thing I ever saw.




A/N: Ah yes. A turn from my previous angsty poem mood. ^^;;

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Subject: The Missing Saga


Author:
Rosabel the Recorder (Ex-Fort Storyteller
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Date Posted: 21:49:27 11/25/02 Mon

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Subject: " Why the Wolf Howls"


Author:
Zelda the Blade
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Date Posted: 19:25:10 11/06/02 Wed
I wrote this story some time ago and never read it to anybeast. So... Here I go...
A long time ago, the wolf lived with our people. Back then, the wolfs fur was white as snow. He loved our people, but one little girl he seemed to love the most. He fed her when she was hungry. He comfort he when she was lonely. He licked her tears away when she was sad. Oh, how he loved her. He wished to spend the rest of his days with her but that was not to be. One day he left the girl to go hunting. Half the day went by and he knew something was wrong. He could feel it in his heart. So he ran back to the village. He looked up and saw something he wished he didn't see. Smoke rose high above the village. His heart beat hard in his chest. He ran as fast as he could back to the village. He jumped through a window of the girl's hut. He looked for her. The fire burned his fur, but he didn't care. Finally, when he could not find the girl, he left the hut. That night, after the fire died away and the embers still glowed, he sat there staring at the ashes of her hut. He heart was broken. He raised his head and let out a long, pitiful cry. Even today, the wolf's fur is burned. Even today, the wolf misses the girl. Even today, The Wolf cries out.

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Subject: The Missing Saga


Author:
Rosabel the Recorder (Ex-Fort Storyteller)
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Date Posted: 22:22:15 11/25/02 Mon
Sorry if I double posted this.

So, I'm breaking a million promises by posting this message, but I'm bringing you all my new story, The Missing Saga. It'll take a while, considering there's four books to the saga. I haven't written a summary/description like the one for IRHL, so I'll just tell you that the main purpose of the saga is just to "fill the gap" between the books Salamandastron and Redwall, since it's probably one of the biggest gaps in the RW series. It's pretty cool, even though I'll have to introduce a whole new generation of characters, it's interesting to see how the chars in Salamandastron relate to those in Redwall.

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Subject: A new story, I will try to continue my others soon. ^__^


Author:
Dartpaw
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Date Posted: 18:06:22 10/16/02 Wed
Cody Warren was not a redwaller, he was a human a young boy about 17 who was thinking of what to do with his life for when he would graduate to university.
(Don't worry I'll put in something redwall related soon)

Cody was a blond haired boy, who looked pretty much like every other boy down the street, (Veeerrrryyyy boring neighbourhood)
He was pretty good with computers, he was great at HTML and
Loved to surf the net.
But his grades were slipping...
His mother was mad, she told him he was spending more time on his Laptop then on his homework.
He did study hard, (He was studying his history assignment by finding websites about Roman architexture)
They got into a big argument! and it ending with his mother yelling at him to go to his room, and him wishing he could leave for somewhere far away (mostly his best friend's apartment in the next city)
His mother agreed, but neither of them mean't it.

Cody went to sleep, in his bed, while doing some things on his computer, and he fell asleep.

He woke up the next morning in his bed, he checked his watch and realized it was 9:40 he was late for his algebra test!
He was still groggy and he looked around, and there he saw that his bed was lying in a big field, hardly any trees, and lots of flowers.

He wondered where the heck he was!
He got up and picked up his Laptop with him and looked around.
'This is strange! how did I get, here... obviously no-one could have taken me here because I would have noticed, especially since my bed can't fit through the door unless it would was dismantled'
He assumed maybe he was near the city where his friend lived, but he didn’t remember a big field anywhere near it.

(Just to note, he was sleeping in his clothes. Black Shirt and blue jeans.)
He wasn’t wearing any shoes, so he was in his bare feet.
He walked around for a little bit up a hill hoping to see any signs of skyscrapers or buildings in the horizon.
And of course there were none.
He walked back down the hill to his bed, and turned on his Laptop.
It loaded and he tried to log onto the net but for some strange reason it wouldn't log on...
he didn't know why, he had lots of power left, but no internet.
He closed it and started walking and hopefully he would find someone who could tell him where he was.

He walked for a while through the fields then through a forest for what seemed like hours and he was getting a bit hungry.
He noticed a little shack up ahead,
He knew that someone in there would know where he is.
he ran over and knocked on the door.
No one answered...
He then knocked again, and the door opened...

It was opened by an aged Mouse and he screamed and closed the door.

'WHAT WAS THAT!!??'
Cody only saw it for a split second, and it looked like some kind of weird animal thingy.

He then heard talking...

The Mouse (Whose named was Torkin): Was talking to someone else in there.

'I saw something that I've never seen before!'
An adult otter asked him what he saw, (and was trying to catch a glimpse of the human from the window but Cody was still shocked and couldn't move for a few minutes and was slightly out of range from the window.)
'It was something kinda tall, I'd say about a head shorter than you, it's clothes were weird, at least I think it was clothes... it had no fur except for some on the top of it's
head! and it had a pinkish face and feet.'

A little creature piped up! 'Daddy! is it bad?'
'I..I wouldn't know... you can tell with vermin because they arn't woodlanders, but even then there are the odd good vermin of bad woodlander but not very often. This is new to me, I don't think we can trust it'
The otter shook his head, and opened the door. 'Don't worry if It's any harm then I will deal with him, if it's good then it might tell us what it is and where it came from.'
The Burly otter walked out and picked up the boy, and told the others to stay inside.
the otter's name was Lorby and the baby mouse was named Turty

Cody looked at the otter holding him, "AAAHHHH!!!!! What are you!!!!????
'I was just about to ask you the same question' Lorby replied.
'Please! Don't hurt Me! I just want to know where I am! Please!!...'
The otter looked at him and then put him down.
'Are you woodlander of Vermin?'
'What!?'
'Are you friend or foe?'
(He said friend, not only because he didn't know what side he was on, but to hopefully get on the strong otter's good side.)
'You are friend? great! at least you look harmless enough. I have a few questions to ask you' Lorby replied
'I have some to ask you as well, such as what are you?'

'I'm an otter'

'An otter? huh? well you do look like one, but I've never seen a 6 foot talking otter before.'
'And I've never seen whatever you are before either.'
'I am a human! And I am kinda lost, at first I thought I was lost from my neighbourhood, didn't expect I was lost from my own world... This is earth Isn't it?'
'Eee...arth? hmm... I'm not sure what you mean'
'The Planet!' Cody said
'Planet!?'
'You know a planet is a world beyond the stars It's a giant ball floating in space!'
'Oh like the Moon!'
'Kinda'
The otter didn't know any worlds beyond the stars, he just knew he lived in the forest, and that was that.
The otter thought this creature was very interesting, and Cody was still kinda freaked out...

The otter then picked up his Laptop which was lying on the ground.

'Hmm... what in the name of Reguba is this thing.'
'That's a computer, I use it for well, lots of things, are you sure there arn't any beings like me?'
'Yep! well at least I've never seen one, what did you mean by Otters not talking?'
'Well where I come from otters are this high 'Holds his hand above the ground to the height that he knew was the height of an regular earth otter.
The otter thought that was very weird.
The otter then brought him inside and showed him to the others living in the shack.

This is my shack, I live here with these two mice,
Torkin was my pal and ever since his village burned down he has been living with me.
Cody was still confused, but he knew he would get home someday...

To be continued.

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Subject: Bittersweet Truth. (Also entitled: If Only) A poem.


Author:
Retina Klesittan (a lurker)
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Date Posted: 21:20:16 11/13/02 Wed

If only the sun would never set,
on the world and the rest of our lives.
If only pain was never caused,
and wounds didn't feel like knives.

If only betrayal never existed,
and honesty lived within us all.
If only life wasn't so complicated,
and happiness would never fall.

If only flowers would never wilt,
and all would live in harmony.
If only sour did not come with sweet,
and pain would not follow anything.

If only our lives could be simpler,
no drama, no hurt, no pain.
If only clouds did not fill the sky,
and upon our joy not come rain.

If only everyone could communicate,
and between would not be a wall.
If only no wrong could be made,
and understanding existed in all.

But 'if' is 'if,' and not reality,
and evil exists, though it's rued.
All are doomed to their own faults,
and that is the bittersweet truth.


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Subject: *walks in and sits down on a chair. Takes out a drawing and sighs*


Author:
The sad Treejumper Love
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Date Posted: 02:00:02 11/07/02 Thu

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Subject: (ooc:I know we already have a fort motto.....bic)


Author:
Liutenant Sethen Treestreak
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Date Posted: 12:52:07 10/27/02 Sun
"Here's a motto for the fort that I thought of at 11:20-50.
(the motto):A wise beast once said that if beasts didn't work together,the earth won't work at all."He says and takes a seat.

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Subject: Untitled: A Poem


Author:
Retina Klesittan
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Date Posted: 16:04:15 11/16/02 Sat
Knives stab, tears sting,
Blood flows, and swords ring.
Wounds hurt, pain comes,
Eyes glaze, and lives run.
Arrows aim, death reeks,
Steel pierces, and daggers seek.
Some die, others still fight.
Everything's dark, there is no light.
In the end, no side wins.
Dead is everyone's kin.
For war doesn't breath, doesn't cry.
In the end, people only die.


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Subject: poem


Author:
corrin fieldblade
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Date Posted: 23:34:43 11/23/02 Sat
A short squirrel blows a interduction on his flute.
feast
salads,cakes,pastie,pie
all this food oh me oh my
hotroot soup in the pot
just the way I like it, nice and hot
I am a squirrel looking for a friend
to share the feast on winters end

If you want to be my friend ask for me at the dancing hall I go there often.My name is corrin fieldblade

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Subject: Reign of Wind -- A Poem


Author:
Retina Klesittan
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Date Posted: 13:21:35 11/23/02 Sat
The gale turns crisp,
Around it does dance.
Bitting and stinging,
pulling leaves in it's prance.

The trees, oak and birch,
Chilled to the bark,
No more leaves do they bear,
No more birds, no lark.

The wind blows and blows,
it's relentless indeed.
It cares not for the cold,
It only runs free.

For the reign of wind is here,
It dances and runs.
Winter follows it close,
Not soon shall Spring come.




A/N: Personally, I find this one lacking, compared to my other poems. But that's just me. Whatcha all think?

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Subject: This is a poem i wrote last night.


Author:
Reaon Coppertale
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Date Posted: 07:03:00 11/24/02 Sun
I'm lying here,

Listening to my breathing,

In, Out, In, Out,

Up, Down, Up, Down,

I can almost feel my insides getting pulled apart,

My heart stopping,

My brain functions ceasing,

Myself closing down even as I lie.

I see black, no white and no light.

Despair, no hope, no choice.

They tell me it won't hurt, do I believe them?

Do I allow them to lead me, like ponies on a string?

Should I believe them, lull myself into security?

Should I let myself go?

Should I let myself decline, fading away?

No.

I can't stop living just to wither away like some cast off flower.

I can't just be forgotten, lying in a bed in a hospital ward for eternity.

If I go I will go by my choice. I will not let fate guide me as others do.

I'll try not to breathe, I'll not fade away like a sickened child, not fit to live after an hour
has past.

I will go, fly from my bed where I am bound, forbidden to have pleasure,

Consumed by numbed pain.

I'll try not to breathe.

I'll try not to breathe.

I'll try not to breathe.

I'll try not to breathe………





This poem is inspired by REM's Try Not to Breathe and is my musings on terminal illnesses such as cancer from a teenager or a child's point of view.

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