Shanna woz ere Why don't you do what I did SAVE UP AND PAY. I even got a new job :-)

Do lots more tutorials....I need all the help I can get! Thank you tutorial makers Shanna :-)

I'm not very good at posting opinions, but I have to say of all the work you have posted in this forum (which I have gone back and read today) this is my favourite. It's beautiful. I felt like I was falling in love as I read it -until the last line. Thank you. Shanna :-)

Perhaps if we followed the taxi companys policy it would increase awareness of the writers forum Change its name so it begins with A or 1. We'd be at the top of the alphanumerical pile!

Why thank you Crescent :-) I've been working away, unable to get at my pc. I'm glad to be back, I really missed this place!

Is there a thread somewhere with your points thing explained because I'm just not getting it I'm afraid. Perhaps if these challenges are a long term part of the forum someone could post a rules/guidelines thing in the Library? I couldn't care less about winning, but I would like to take part on the same basis as everyone else....it's nice to connect with reality on occasion! Trainee team player Shanna :-)

Scene One: Rubbing her hands together in anticipation, Shanna waited as the Writers Forum appeared on her computer screen. Casually cramming a Wagon Wheel into her grinning mouth she noticed that she was still the only one who had entered the prose challenge. She would have to win if nobody else entered. She'd be famous, her name up at the top of the forum for all to see. Perhaps she should redesign her signature, pare it down, make it easier for when she was handing out all those autographs. She slumped back in her chair, dreaming of the headed paper that she would have printed once she had officially won. Maybe she should get some proper photos done, she was sure Crescent would want to put one up in place of the banner. She heaved a great sigh of contentment and turned off the computer. It was time for bed. Shanna knew she'd sleep well tonight. Scene Two. As the Writers Forum appeared on her computer screen, Shanna anxiously wrung her hands together. As she saw, once again, that she was still the only person who had entered the prose challenge, she stuffed a Wagon Wheel in her mouth to stifle her cry of dismay. She would have to win if nobody else entered. She'd be a laughing stock, she had thought she could post any old rubbish, never dreaming it would see the light of day again once the challenge was over. She slumped back in her chair as she realised something worse COULD happen. What if Crescent decided in the interests of taste that Shanna couldn't win? How would she ever live down losing a challenge if she was the only person who'd even entered? She heaved a sign of despair and jabbed sullenly at the off button on her computer. It was time for bed, and she just knew she'd be having nightmares again. :-)

Do you mean wondering perhaps? You're right though, it can be lonely in the writers forum! :-)

A love poem, for my love. Not set to a latin beat however:-) Difficult Love. You are so very difficult, my love, With your honesty and your honest doubts. Trapped, Between the need to know the truth, And the need to preserve my hungry ego I waver. What else can I answer but truth when you ask truth or lies? I would go mad, Maybe run round screaming with a cloud in my heart To choose lies, then wonder what they are. You are so very difficult, my love, With your rules and coins and compromises. Anxious, In my need to understand, And frustrated with misunderstandings over nothing. How can simplicity be so complicated so simply? I do go mad, Sometimes enough to scream, not yet with a cloud in my heart Misunderstanding about understanding. You are so very difficult my love, With your fear of the ordinary and an ordinary life. Worried, That you might not want me, And might not want my wanting you. I ask for truths I know I fear to learn. Then I am mad, Enough to run round screaming as the clouds lift from my heart. An oddity not out of the ordinary. My love, you are so very difficult, And yet the sun shines brighter with your honest smile, And understanding brings out the simplicity of it all. Learning the truth from your touch It is not so very difficult to in the end to see That you are home and joy and hope and love and all for me.

This is beautiful. :-)

Here's my first go. Scene 1: Anna strode up the hill, coat held close as the exuberant winds tumbled around her, bringing a fresh glow to her cheeks and teasing her hair into a havoc of tangles and curls on this crisp October morning. The suspension bridge came into sight as a delicate, mist like rain began to fall. She reached up to touch the fine droplets that caught on her eyelashes and laughed in delight. Today, of all days, she wanted to see everything. Part of the way across the bridge she stopped, holding on to the high railing as she raised herself up on tiptoe to peer down at the busy world below. The Avon and the road beside it snaked through the gorge below, teeming with life. "I'm pregnant." Anna shouted to the world, a amile lighting up her face "I could jump for joy." Scene 2: Anna struggled up the hill, clutching at her coat as the spiteful winds slapped at her face leaving it reddened and stinging, snatching her hair into demented snarls as she fought the elements on this bleak October morning. Finally she reached the towering suspension bridge as rain began to drizzle from the cloud ladensky. She wiped the blinding droplets away from her reddened eyes and laughed grimly. Today of all days, she wanted to see everything. Stopping partway across the bridge, clenched hands locked onto the high railing she stretched up onto tiptoe to peer at the gorge below, watching the uncaring traffic as it flowed unceasing on the road beside the dirty grey waters of the Avon. "I'm pregnant" Anna screamed to the world, a twisted smile on her strained face. "Oh joy, I could jump."

I'd like to try, but haven't the faintest idea what a latin beat is either. Giz a clue....please.

OOOOOps. Correction Line three supposed to be In this silent battleground our bed. ps thanks jstro, I wish I had my own island to live on!

Commenting as a reader, it touched me too. For some reason, I am left with a picture in my mind of an elderly man who had the most beautiful smile. I feel that you have made an ordinary man seem special. His reflections on his life give me the impression that he will be remembered with love and missed by those who knew him. So I guess that means I liked it :-)

I liked your story. Glad you posted it here instead of the Bryce Gallery. :-)