August Contest Entries

[Nicole]

This is where you post your contest entries for August!
Form:
Name:
Age:
Why you do or dont love Radiant Purity:
Your Writing Entry:

[shadow=red,left,300]Deadline is August 30th![/shadow]

[xToTheENDx]

Name: Sarah (ToTheEnd)
Age: 14
Why you do or dont love Radiant Purity: It's a safe site that I don't have to worry about people posting "nasty" things.
Your Writing Entry:
"The Sceintist"
(Inspired by the Coldplay song)

I swear all I remember is: Bar. Alcohol. Bathroom. Bar. City. Street. Screams. Headlights. Blank.

A sober witness might say, “The two men were drunk; really drunk. They were falling all over each other and squealing. I didn’t get a good look at ‘em since it was night, but the one looked really excited and went ahead of the other, across the street. But the guy never made it across. This truck came along at about thirty miles, blared its horn and tried to stop, but that guy was hit. Hit and gone. Forever.”

Even though all of this was thoroughly explained to me numerous times, I’m still incredulous, because you can’t be gone. But you must be, because you aren’t at my side as I stare in this mirror, straightening my blood-red tie, swatting at my black slacks, patting down my hopeless hair.

“Be sure to look nice for Frank’s funeral, honey,” Mother had told me days ago, as if I didn’t need reminding. Days ago, we promised to get wasted the second you turned twenty-one. Days later, my world was shattered along with your bones. This day, I’m expected to sit through your funeral silently as Mother watches over me as if I were a toddler again.

Presently, Mother calls through my bedroom door, “Gerard! Your father and I are leaving already. There are directions to the cemetery on the kitchen counter for you.”

“Alright,” I reply in an apathetic tone. I stand still with my eyes closed until the sound of the car engine disappears.

“Twenty-one and living with your mother, Gerard?” I ask myself. “What a loser.” My jade eyes open and glance around my cluttered room. They land on my shiny dress shoes, then my ebony Vans. After some quick thinking, I kick the showy pair and grab the Vans.

On the way out to my Jeep, I study the directions I wrote on the back of my hand. I always took my own way when driving now. Mother’s way was always longer; “the scenic route” she called it. Bull crap.

~

When I made my final turn onto Haywood Road, all I saw were droopy trees, leaf-covered grass, and various hints of a concrete sidewalk weaving about the weathered tombstones. The asphalt gave way to a dirt road that came to an open iron gate. I relieved some pressure on the gas pedal, wondering where to go from here. There was no end in sight for the pathway, nor any sign of other cars.

How the heck was I supposed to find your funeral in this?

And Mother Nature turned against me. It started raining, as if to add a finishing cherry to this miserable sundae. The now muddy road mimicked the chocolate syrup, drizzling and conquering everything in its path.

You always loved sundaes.

You told me that years ago.

“Better than sex,” you said, gesturing to the dessert on the table in front of you. “And that’s really saying something.”

I scoffed and glared at your sundae. “I see,” I pouted. “I’m just not good enough for you!”

You snickered and gave me a bear hug, right there, in the middle of that café.

“Geez, Gee,” you giggled, “I never said you weren’t my sundae.”

“You never said I was.” I stuck my tongue out at a group of disgusted girls in a "you’re-just-jealous" kind of way.

“Well you are.” A kiss to the forehead.

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Promise?”

“Pinky-promise.”

“Forever?”

“Forever and ever and ever.”

Forever’s gone. Forever.

I roll my car to a stop, glad that I put the roof back on last night. Looking around, I notice a slight let up in the overgrown grass beside the road. Thinking it may be a sidewalk, I turn the engine off, and frown as my rock music that had been playing quietly was cut off.

Music.

Oh, Gosh. No wonder I can’t find your funeral; I can’t hear.

Years ago, for my 18th birthday, I had gotten a brand new, bright-red, leather-interior sports car. We took it for a test drive.

“You need a sunroof on this.” You said, stretching your arms above your head.

I chuckled and stopped at a light. “I’m just glad to have my own car.”

“Yeah. You’re lucky. If I get my own anytime soon, it’ll be in six months, and that’s not anytime soon.”

“Mhmm. ‘Cause you’re just a ‘lil baby compared to me.” I saw you scowl out of the corner of my eye and smiled.

“Am not!”

“Are too.”

“Nuh-uh.

“Yeah-huh.”

You flopped back in your seat and crossed your arms. Then, immediately forgetting the mini-fight, you grin and turn on the radio.

"Crap… Crap… Bull crap…” you categorized the stations until, “Aha! Real music!”

"Nobody said it was easy, it’s such a shame for us to part. Nobody said it was easy, No one ever said it would be so hard. I’m goin’ back to the start..."the voice crooned.

You relaxed against your seat beside me, occasionally fiddling with the dials and buttons on the dashboard with your toes.

I caught you staring at me. “What?” I asked, pressing my foot harder against the gas, preparing to enter a highway. “What?”

You smiled and said nothing. Pretty soon, you discovered the magic of leaning the back of your seat forward.

Lean forward, snap back. Again. Over and over.

You failed to compress your giggles when you saw you were annoying me. I couldn’t help but let out a laugh, too.

“Stop it, Frank,” I finally said and reached out my right hand to keep you back. You chortled and stayed where you were. When I pulled my hand back, however, you immediately shot out yours and clawed at the air like a little kid. You snatched my hand and held it close to your chest with a firm grip, bowing your head to kiss it.

I glanced over at you. You looked like a praying angel.

“This is it,” you mumbled softly. “From now on, this is our song. Play it at my funeral.”

“…You’re not planning on dying anytime soon, are you?” I inquired in an equally quiet voice.

“No, but play it when I do die. Promise?”

“Frank-“

“Promise?”

I smiled. “I promise.”

“Good,” you kissed my hand again. “My ghost’s gonna be listening for it.”

That car is gone now. Some guy crashed into it at the grocery parking lot; that’s why I have the Jeep.

But.

I had no control as to how your death ceremony went, so our song was not played.

I feel as if I’ve failed at life, because you were my life. And you’re dead. I have no reason to live now. Hell, I might as well sit in my car, right here, for two weeks while I die from starvation.

Is that what you would’ve wanted? We could be together in Hell, or wherever your soul goes when your body stops working. You could hold my hand again. I could play our song over and over. We could be more careful about our promises.

And we could promise to be forever.

---

[hollywood]

Name: Jessica
Age: 14
Why you do or dont love Radiant Purity: I love message boards, but this is also a cool & safe place.
Your Writing Entry:

Take a look at America & tell me what you see
I see people spending money like there ain't no tomorrow
Take a look at a 3rd world country & tell me what you see.
I see a person dieing, wishing they were never born.

[chours]
America, can't you see what your doing?
You're making your life better
But killing another
America, it's time to make a difference.

Take a look at America & tell me what we're doing to help someone.
We do something. We can feed millions of people
But instead we spend money on ourselves
& we still want more.

[chours]

[in a talk/shout voice]
America, its time to make the world a better place
Its time to take a stand
Few can do something
But it takes thousands to make a revolution.

[Nicole]

Form:****
Name: mena17
Age: ****
Why you do or dont love Radiant Purity: I love Radiant Purity, because everybody here is really NICE and are fun to talk too!
Your Writing Entry:
An Idea

It drifts to you,

Gets in your mind.

It won't leave until you've done what it wants.

It eats at you,

Makes you ready to burst.

Then it gushes from your mind to your fingers through your veins running....

it chants " Do it, Do it, Do it."

You know astoundingly what to do

And You just do it, 'till its finished.

[Jesse]

Name: Jessica
Age: **
Why you do or dont love Radiant Purity: The people are nice and there's so much to do!
Your Writing Entry:

Waiting For You
I am troubled
My expression carved from stone
My sorrow has doubled
Because I'm all alone
For now, I sit in the darkness
Waiting for you to show me the light
For now, I sit in the silence
Waiting for your voice to comfort me
Just waiting for you
I am showered by my tears
Accompanied by all my fears
I wish to be embraced in your arms
To be sheltered from all harms
I cried out in the stormy night
I'm waiting for you to rescue me
I was afraid I'd never see the light
But now you're here
My dreams are becoming true
I'm not longer waiting for you

[xToTheENDx]

Changing my entry.

"Not Fire, Not Ice"

Another for Gee.

There is not a river wide,
Not a mountain high
And neither sin nor evil
Could change how I feel inside
Could change how I feel inside.

Not all the strength of the ocean,
Not all the heat from the sun,
Now, others have tried, I just can't deny
To me you are the one


True love is priceless
For true love you pay a price
But there's nothing can keep me from loving you
Not fire, no, not ice.

Like a hero or a champion
You are the best,
Like religion or superstition
With you I am blessed


Now the river may grow wider,
The mountain may reach past the sky
And wether or not you feel same
My love shall never die


For true love you give and take
For true love is sacrifice
But there's nothing can keep me from loving you
Not fire, no, not ice
Not fire, no, not ice.

[Jesse]

When are you going to do the September contest? I'm kinda amped. XD

[Nicole]

OH MY GOSH i totally forgot sorry!!! I wil do it today!

[xToTheENDx]

And ya need to pick a winner for this contest. XD

[Nicole]

Yup i did! GO to announcements to find out:D