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the_oddity · O HAI THAR

my writing

Black Oracle · Black Hole Survivor

RE: you said v.2

the_oddity · O HAI THAR

Oh, no. The lyrics for my songs are what's Jacovie's working on. XD Of course, I insisted that if he makes me into a 'random Japanese pop star', then I make a song of my own.

...I never wanted to be a 'random Japanese pop star'. I'm not even Japanese (I think).

Cheri · Anthros

the_oddity wrote:
Oh, no. The lyrics for my songs are what's Jacovie's working on. XD Of course, I insisted that if he makes me into a 'random Japanese pop star', then I make a song of my own.
...I never wanted to be a 'random Japanese pop star'. I'm not even Japanese (I think).

I'm sure he just wants to make you look like Utada Hikaru so he can make sweet sweet love to you. Mwahaha. *shot and mauled*

the_oddity · O HAI THAR

Aha. XP I'm soooo showing this to him tomorrow. XDXDXD

the_oddity · O HAI THAR

RE: my writing

the_oddity · O HAI THAR

Cheri wrote:
the_oddity wrote:
Oh, no. The lyrics for my songs are what's Jacovie's working on. XD Of course, I insisted that if he makes me into a 'random Japanese pop star', then I make a song of my own.
...I never wanted to be a 'random Japanese pop star'. I'm not even Japanese (I think).
I'm sure he just wants to make you look like Utada Hikaru so he can make sweet sweet love to you. Mwahaha. *shot and mauled*

Jacovie: SO WRONG!

((actual words))

the_oddity · O HAI THAR

Gasp. Something I wrote after the geometry final.

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Think about it.

If you had to learn everything that didn't mean anything to you, what would you do?

Think about it. Would it make sense?

If you have to give away the things you love for things you hate, what would you do?

Think about it. Would it make sense?

If you have to live in a world that never understood, and the only people who did lived in your head, what would you do?

Think about it. Would it make sense? ---Written in five minutes or less - amazing, eh? Probably why it sucks.

Akira_Cat · Your local cat

Did you actually write these when you were lost in thought or when you were just daydreaming? I do little chibi sketches when I'm lost in thought. Some of them are pretty cool for someone who appeared to be braindead.

the_oddity · O HAI THAR

No, I just...write...randomly. XP

Cheri · Anthros

*hypnotic voice* ~Post Wile's Lament~

the_oddity · O HAI THAR

Yessssss.

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I titled this one! Though...it's more of a fanfiction than anything.

Wile's Lament v.2

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I knew she was like this.

I knew she was only a fangirl with over eighty obsessions, I being only one.

I knew she wouldn't stick to my side forever.

So why do I feel like this?

Why, when she hugged Goofy and Demyx, did I feel so angry?

Why, when the others tried to rescue her from Oogie, did I stop them?

Why, when she hugged me, did I want her to never let go?

Why?

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"You could make a good poet or writer or something."

I turned, startled, shoving my writing under an open textbook. "Jessica!"

She smiled mischieviously. "Wile," she replied, nodding.

"Wh-what are you doing here?" I demanded.

"What does it matter?" she responded, shrugging. She poofed out a chair next to mine and sat down.

"I'd appreciate it if you stay out of my room," I growled, pointing to the door.

"Suit yourself - I only wanted to help." Jessica pouted, standing up and walking to the door. I sighed.

"Wait."

She turned, already at the doorway. "Hmm?"

"Did-did you read this?" I asked, extracting the paper from under the history book.

"Mmyep." She sat down again. "Like I said, you could be a good writer."

"Uh...thanks...I guess..."

"You really care about her, huh?" she asked softly. I nodded, not knowing what to say.

"I-I don't know...why..." I put my head down on the desk that Jessica's 'father' provided. "I just...I don't know..."

"Well, writing emo pieces isn't going to get you anywhere," the teenager said cheerfully. I glared at her.

"Yeah, you're real helpful," I snapped, crumpling up my writing and tossing it at the wall. It bounced off and hit the floor. I got up, picked it off the ground and smoothed it out. As I reread it, I realized how stupid it sounded, and I threw it into the wastebasket. When I finally looked back, I could see that Jessica seemed apologetic.

"I'm sorry," she said. Part of me just wanted her to get out of my room. The other wanted to sit and cry on her shoulder.

The two compromised. I sat back down and put my head in my hands, ignoring her.

"Haven't you considered..." Jessica began.

"Considered what? Telling her how I 'actually feel'?"

"As cheesy and cliche as it is, yes."

"I'm not going to," I said firmly, still not looking at her.

"You can't rely on me and Jacovie to keep dropping hints for you," Jessica said, a faint note of irritation in her voice. "Why? she added, her tone softening.

I put my head in my arms, allowing my vision to darken. "It's not like she's going to take me seriously." I heard her chair scrape the floor, followed by a tapping sound, as if slippers were walking across a tiled floor.

"Baker, tea, two cups, please," she called. I didn't hear any reply. "How would you know if she didn't take you seriously?" she asked.

"I just do." I felt tears falling from my eyes, and I secretly felt glad I hid my face. "And she wouldn't care. Why would she? I'm just another obsession to her."

"Your tea, miss." I heard the quiet tinkle of china.

"Thank you, Baker." The tinkling continued, and I heard a thump on the table.

"You're welcome, miss." Soft teddy bear feet padded down the hall.

"No sugar," I mumbled, remembering the disasterous occasion when Jacovie slipped sugar into my tea.

"I know. Here."

I lifted my head. Jessica was holding out a white-and-blue porcelain cup. I accepted it with a word of thanks. A tear dropped and caused ripples in the brown liquid as I stared at it.

"Don't you love her?" Jessica said, blowing off her tea. I looked up sharply.

"Why do you ask?" I said, dodging the question.

"Do you, or don't you?" she said, raising her eyebrows. "It really comes down to that..."

"I..." I looked back at my tea and took a sip. It was warm. "Yeah...I do."

"Then tell her," said Jessica. "Even if she doesn't take you seriously. It's better to just have an answer...than to have you feelings bottled up...'cause it's kinda painful." I glanced her. Her expression was unreadable, and she was sipping her tea.

"How do you know this?" I asked.

"I'm...I've had practive understanding people," she replied, avoiding eye contact. I smiled.

"You could be a psychologist when you grow up," I said, drinking my tea.

"Thanks." Jessica looked at me slyly. "Sooo..."

"'Sooo'?"

"Whatcha waiting for? Go get 'er, casanova," she said, winking. I chuckled and put my cup down.

"Thanks," I said, grabbing a brown coat and matching hat from the hooks on the wall behind the door.

"For what?" she laughed. She winked again. I grinned and set off, my mind set.

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Look at the title. I can't believe I actually thought of that - though it seems like 'Jack's Lament', but whatever.

I AM TEH WIT.

the_oddity · O HAI THAR

Can you believe it? I made a sequel to the above writing. A sequel.

I suck.

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Wile's Lament part 2 v1

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“Come on, come on,” Jessica called, halfway up the road already. I ran to catch up with her and finally reached the corner.

“You’re slow – and considering how fast I run, that’s sayin’ something,” she commented, smirking. I glared at her.

“Oh, shush. Why are we back at your house?” I asked, looking up at the tall, plain house. It always seemed different – and by that, I mean it changed. It never looked the same way twice.

“I invited Racheal here,” she said, winking at me. I gulped.

“Wh-why? Not that I care,” I added hastily.

“Well, since you totally chickened out on me, I decided that if you’re not going to get her, I’ll get her for you.” Jessica folded her arms and grinned. I growled in frustration.

“Look, I said I’d tell her when I’m ready,” I said irritably, pulling her black Jack Skellington cap down, covering her eyes.

“And my definition of ‘ready’ is when you’ve wussed out four times after talking with me,” she retorted, lifting the cap back up. “Seriously, why are you so…so…er…whazzat word…”

“Afraid, apprehensive, chicken, weak, doubtful, stiff, troubled, uncertain, uneasy?” I suggested.

“All ‘a that,” she agreed. “Thanks.”

“For wha-” I smacked my forehead and cursed. Jessica laughed. “Forget it. Never mind. When is Racheal coming?”

“Hiya!”

I jerked around and spotted Racheal standing right behind me. “Racheal!”

“The one and only,” she said jokingly, bowing.

“And now I’ll make ‘im ‘fess up! Go on,” Jessica whispered, pushing me forward.

“Wha?! You never said-” I stammered.

“GO ON,” she repeated, a dangerous gleam in her eyes. I gulped and stumbled towards Racheal as Jessica pushed me again. Racheal looked at me innocently. I felt a bead of cold sweat run down my temple.

“Urk…ummm…nyeerr…” I felt my throat contracting. More cold sweat.

“Schmeh?”

Jessica pouted. “Oh, you big meanie.”

“I didn’t do anything!” Racheal defended herself, not noticing that the remark was directed towards me. I fidgeted a little.

“Could you not stand here, Jess? It’s making me nervous,” I said, fumbling with my heads. What should I say? I thought, panicked.

Jessica took two steps backwards. She winked at me, then looked at her home, whistling.

“Thank you. Umm…” I desperately tried to figure out something to say.

“Out with it,” said Racheal simply.

“Ireallylikeyou. Likelove. Really,” I squeaked out.

“Wha…?” Racheal looked at me weirdly.

I didn’t know what to say.

I didn’t know what to do.

So I ran.

I heard Jessica call after me, but I didn’t care. I ran for some time – I lost track. I turned a few corners as well. By the time I slowed down, it started to rain. I stopped in front of a gray house. I looked up at it as rain pelted down, getting my fur wet. I simply stared, too tired to do much else. My head was spinning.

“And what are you doing out in the rain?”

I snapped back to attention and looked down, stumbling backwards, dizzy. Jessica was standing in front of me, her teddy bear butler Baker behind her, holding two umbrellas, one shielding himself, the other folded and dry.

“You’ll catch pneumonia unless you get inside and get dry,” she said, taking my hand and pulling me towards the house. Baker opened the second umbrella and held it over my head. I took it gratefully. Jessica pulled me into the house, and as Baker padded to the living room to start a fire, I realized how cold I was. I didn’t have time to dwell on it, however, as Jessica guided me to the bathroom and handed me a towel.

“What’s this for?” I asked, my sense not in place.

“For drying, silly,” Jessica laughed, placing it over my head.

“Oh. I knew that,” I said, flushing.

“Great – so use it!” she said, walking away. “I’ll ask Baker to make you some tea.”

“Thanks,” I called, drying my fur. I quickly finished getting dry and headed to the living room. I looked through the doorway. Bugs was sitting in a large armchair, half-moon glasses perched on his nose. He was reading the Bible.

“I never knew you had glasses,” I noted.

“I do – so now you know,” he replied sarcastically. “You ran out, did ya?” he added, closing the Bible and looking up at me.

“What do you mean?” I asked nervously.

“I mean, ‘chickened out’, ‘ran off’, ‘got cold feet’, whatever,” the rabbit said, getting up.

“Jessica told you, then?” I asked glumly, sitting down next to the fire.

“Yep.” Jessica came in, a tray of tea in hand. “Bugs would’ve found out anyway – psychic links aren’t to hard to control,” she added, pouring out the hot drink in a porcelain cup and handing it to me.

“Oh.” That was all I said as I took the tea.

“’Oh’, indeed. After all the trouble I went through, that’s all you got to say?” Jessica said mockingly.

“Pretty much,” I responded, the smell of jasmine wafting from my cup. “I’m sorry,” I added, looking down.

“For what? It’s no trouble, really,” she said gently, pouring another cup for her conscience. “Well, it is, just not a lot,” she added thoughtfully.

“Gee, thanks,” I said sarcastically.

“You’re welcome,” Jessica said, unaware of my tone. “Can Wile stay longer, Bugs?” she asked. Bugs took his spectacles off and put them on the coffee table.

“Eh. As long as he doesn’t try and eat me,” the rabbit said, winking. I chuckled.

“I think I’ve learned my lesson, thanks,” I said dryly, sipping my tea.

“You know where your room is, right?” Jessica asked, putting her cup down and standing up. “’m going to my room,” she added to Bugs.

“I still remember,” I replied, looking at the fire. “Thank you for letting me stay.”

“As long as you don’t eat me,” Bugs said with a wry chuckle.

Finishing my tea quickly, I bid goodnight to Bugs and Baker, who seemed to be baking muffins. I headed upstairs and opened the door to my room. It was the same as I left it. The history book was still open. I walked to my bed and collapsed upon it. I fell asleep.

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Jessica peeked into the room, a white pillow in the crook of her arm. “Wile?”

A soft snore told her that he was asleep. She tip-toed in and saw the coyote curled up on his bed. She laughed quietly.

“Poor Wile,” she whispered. She pulled the thick quilt over him. Wile groaned and his hand twitched. She tucked the cover around his neck as a mother would do.

“Poor Wile,” she repeated, walking out of his room as quietly as she could.

“Maybe tomorrow,” she murmured, standing at the doorway. She turned back. “Maybe tomorrow.” She looked outside. Bugs is asleep…Baker is too…no one’s going to check in my room, she thought. She grinned and placed her pillow on the floor.

“Maybe tomorrow.”

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AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

EDIT: Something happened to the fonts.

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Cheri · Anthros

This should totally be a series.

And I'm not saying that just because it's me and Wile and you guys XD

the_oddity · O HAI THAR

Workin' on the part three - though I'm not sure if I can take it any farther. I have a heck of a lot of stories still waiting, two original stories as well as fanfictions.

the_oddity · O HAI THAR

I have geometry and an essay to be done - and I'm ditching it just to put this up.

But then I'll do the homework anyways.

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loud outside, but quiet inside

slow limbs, but quick mind

creative, but to an extent

gifted, but low grades

fiery temper, but cool demeanor

shy, but smart-aleck

naiive, but introspective

plain, but mixed

mixed, but simple

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and now

to work

on homework.

the_oddity · O HAI THAR

haikus are fun to
write even if it's homework
aren't I silly?

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pi pie pi pie pi
pie pi pie pi pie pi pie
pi pie pi pie pi

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standing by the door
waiting for you to come home
sleeping restless nights

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waiting for the time
when you will return to me
dreaming of your dreams

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nonsense words in thoughts
flying from her mind to lips
transferring to air

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this is a haiku.
I write it because I do.
how silly of me.

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now you try, it's nice
to do things like this now and
then. Remember it.

the_oddity · O HAI THAR

O_O I wrote something? Dang.

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Sooner or Later

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I don’t know why exactly why I am writing this. Perhaps I am writing this to vent my extra feelings. Maybe I am writing this so you can read it. I don’t know anymore.

The point is, I’m writing this. And I hope you take me seriously.

And the real point? I love you.

Before you ask – I’m not kidding. At first, I had misgivings… After all, you were a fangirl. I know how you are; you have over eighty obsessions, and that number is still growing. I’m merely one of those. How was I to know if you really did love me? So I kept quiet, unsure of what I really felt.

But eventually, the pain was too much. I held it in for as long as I could, occasionally writing on scraps of spare paper to let it out. That wasn’t enough.

And soon, I was caught. Jessica saw me writing, and she knew of my feelings. She sympathized with me, giving me advice and providing comfort. And then she asked me:

“Do you love her?”

I didn’t know. I don’t think I ever did. Not even now.

But she asked. I had to give an answer.

And I said yes.

It’s like that song I liked.

Sooner or later, love is gonna let 'cha
Sooner or later, love is gonna win

Love did get me. But I guess it’s too late.

I guess it’s too late. I guess you don’t care. I guess I came to realize too late, that you don’t care about me, and if you did, not anymore.

I’m sorry I didn’t realize your feelings sooner. I’m sorry I didn’t realize my feelings sooner. I’m sorry for all the times that I brushed you off when you showed me you loved me. I’m sorry for everything bad I’ve done to you. I’m sorry for everything bad I’ve done to the others you liked.

And you know what? I’m sorry I’m even writing this.

Sorry.

Wile

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I reread the letter for the fourth time, still disbelieving. Wile? Wrote this? And tossed it out? I couldn’t help but cry. I wiped away my tears hastily in case Bugs or Baker would come in unexpectedly.

“The bloody coward,” I whispered, stuffing the paper into my pocket. I felt choked up, like when you read a book and someone acts all mushy. Then it gets you all mushy. And I hated that because I’d feel choked up. Like I am now.

“Jessica? Are you done with cleaning Wile’s room yet?” I quickly grabbed the wastebasket and poofed the contents away, moments before my conscience personified opened the door.

“Baker has tea ready,” Bugs said sleepily. “’s past your bedtime.”

“It’s Saturday,” I said, getting up from the floor. “Where’s Wile?”

“Probably at Racheal’s page,” he replied, blinking bemusedly. “Haven’t heard from him since yesterday.”

“Page?”

“House, site, mind, whatever.”

“Ah.” I stretched. “’kay. Well, I’ll just-”

“The internet connection is down.”

“Dang.”

Bugs let out a ‘ha’ before walking down the hall. “Drink your tea and go to sleep.”

“But…” I heard his door click shut. I took out the letter from my pocket and looked at it.

“How can I sleep with this on my mind?” I said quietly.

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And perhaps a sequel to this will come.

I rubbed off on Cheri and now she likes Duck, and she has repaid me by making me like Wile. D:

Feedback is needed. Please?

Cheri · Anthros

Stay away from my man and I'll stay away from yours XD
Good work! Keep it up!

the_oddity · O HAI THAR

Cheri wrote:

Stay away from my man and I'll stay away from yours XD
Good work! Keep it up!

Thanks, but I can't guarentee that I'll stay away from Wile. XD He's just so loveable.

Wile: Not you too!

Bugs: As if she didn't have enough crushes already.

the_oddity · O HAI THAR

Yarrr.

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Station 18 / Remote Control

remote control
did you ask for it?
no, you don’t need to
we share it
indeed we do

remote control
you have it
when I work
because you are like that
indeed you are

remote control
I have it
when I play
because I am like that
indeed I am

remote control
who has it now?
not I, you know full well I have writer’s block
nor you, this is not how you are
who? who indeed?

remote control
he has it – yes, that would explain it
it would explain why
I felt like this
thank you, indeed

remote control
what? Oh, keep it for now
what’s wrong?
did I mean it?
did I, indeed

remote control
don’t take it away!
it’s not my fault
I did mean it!
I did, indeed

remote control
is it controlling my words?
no, these are my own
I meant it
meant it, indeed

remote control
do we really need it?
no, perhaps not, not anymore
because now I know
I do, indeed

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Station 5 / I have lost

I have lost –

pens, pencils, paper

a book, maybe
it might have been Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

gym clothes

my fish

interest in Harry Potter
the books remain on my shelf

homework
not a lot
but still

maybe a small bit of my sanity
probably not
but who can tell

the purpose of writing this

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Station 4 / Names

Names?

Jessica.
Plain.
Common.
Me?

Chu.
Regal.
Majestic.
Me?

Worm.
Lowly.
Wriggling.
Me?

Chu-cookie.
Chu-bacca.
Chu-Chu, Pikachu.
Me?

Jessica.
Worm.
Pikachu.
I think I am
an Oddity.

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Station 19 / Freewriting
told from someone else's PoV! XD

she asked
“why”
                couldn’t we be together
why
                shouldn’t we be together
why
                aren’t we together

I said
“because”
                you need to tell me
because
                do you really understand
because
                you need to know the truth

she thought
“maybe”
                you’re right
maybe
                I’m wrong
maybe
                all I ever wanted was you

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Station 9 / personifying an item you own

faded, old, dirty, gray
                imagination in his blood
                                friend

“Homework, now.”
                bickering voices
                                family

“Must I really?”
                teenaged response
                                foes

sighing, conceding
                comprises
                                allies

tricks and treats
                bonding
                                lovers

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...well? I wants feedback! Is it good or bad?

Bugs and Jacovie: IT'S AWESOME!

Pleeeeease don't say what they just said.

Jacovie: But it is!

Pleeeeease.

Meanwhile, I will work on a novel. That I want to make into a movie. And have WB produce it. Because I want them too. And Disney already has Toy Story. Which was awesome. Or at least the first one.

the_oddity · O HAI THAR

I had to recite a piece that I wrote.

So I just whipped up some random thing-a-ma-bobber.

Enjoy.

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do you think just because we're young,
our love doesn't matter as much?

just because it's as fresh as a newly picked apple,
it has to wait to be mixed with the withered?

just because of jealousy,
fear,
opposition,
we shouldn't be together?

does it matter?
should it?
do you care?
how can I tell?

forbidden love
hidden within
leaking out
through a pen.

to the left,
on the desk
unheard words
scream in pain.

and they ask:

to be heard
to be seen
to be loved

and I'm scared
that maybe
they never will.

(c) Jessica C. Duck

Black Oracle · Black Hole Survivor

You do some pretty good poetry there oddity! A few nice concrete metaphors to portray abstract concepts and unusual images come to my mind as i read your poems. I get a sense of your free-flowing conscious thoughts in much of your writing, it's like dipping into your mind for a short while as i read! Very enjoyable! Keep up the creativity!

A tip in poetic writing: 'show, don't tell' your ideas! Let the reader 'see' in their minds what you mean rather than just 'telling' them information directly.

Btw, i actually wrote a poem i entitled "Lost" as well!

the_oddity · O HAI THAR

I think all this creativity is what's giving me these headaches. XD

Black Oracle · Black Hole Survivor

Aww, does oddity need a head massage? I'm very good at massaging! *Massages oddity's temples.* Any better?

the_oddity · O HAI THAR

^_^ Yesh, thank you. -flops down- And now to start on my illustrated poem, geometry homework number seven, and study the U.S. Constitution.

And write all those fanfics I owe.

And learn more website coding.