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The Creation of Football In the beginning, God created the pigskin and the grass. Now the grass was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the green. And the need for excitement hovered over the space.The Creation of Football by ~Elphaba16
And God said "Let there be stadium lights." And there were stadium lights. God saw that the light was good, and he seperated the light from the dark via a breaker box. God called the light "on" and the darkness "off". And there was morning, and there was evening. The first day.
And God said, "Let there be an expanse across the grass, to separate endzone from endzone." So God made the expanse and separate the endzone one one end from the endzone on the o
Why is Grass Green? Well...Why is Grass Green? by ~Elphaba16
What happened was this:
Once upon a time, the grass was actually polka-dotted with ALL kinds of beautiful colors. Blues, and yellows, and pinks, and greens and oranges and purples, and even whites. In fact, if you asked it nicely enough, it would change to whatever colors you decided.
Now exactly what happened next isn't quite clear. The story, passed down in oral tradition since ancient times, is told two ways:
One version states that the green blades of grass became extremely greedy, wanting to hoard anything and everything in sight. They started going about killing all the other colors, taking them over, like angry imperialsts.
The Origin of Sugarcookies Once, there was God. God looked down at Earth and saw the humans he had made. He loved those cute little clumsy humans who were famous for doing stupid things to themselves by accident, like inventing school and taxes. He loved them a lot.The Origin of Sugarcookies by ~Elphaba16
"I love you a lot," he said.
So God made sugarcookies.
The end.
Join t'Pirrrratey Rev'lution Arrg, mateys. All ye knowest why ye be 'ere. Thar yonder eneme ye call "Great Britian" be bein' tyrrrranical. Kin' George t'Third be none other than a scurvy dog. He be pesterin' them scallywag Amer'cans since as farrr back as them ol' 'istery books ken 'member. Well, arr 'istery books, any'ow, although they not be existin' fer very long. Readin' an' writin' be harder t'lerrrn den we be expectin'. Regar'less, this be a 'uge arrbomination t'all arr fellow mateys on 'n off the vast, blue seas. 'Sides, if Great Britian keep takin' t'col'nist's booty, it be much 'arder t'steal. So climb aboard! We be 'eading ouJoin t'Pirrrratey Rev'lution by ~Elphaba16
To My Best Friend RememberTo My Best Friend by ~speakyourmind
How we used to pretend we were doctors?
Saving so many lives?
Remember
How we used to paint our nails crazy colors?
And steal our sisters’ makeup and clothes?
Remember
How we pretended we were stars?
With guys falling for us left and right?
And now
We’re making decisions
About our careers
And now
We dress up for dances and outings
And call each other to borrow that skirt or those shoes
And now
We go out on double dates
And torture the boys with so many stories of the past
And now
We’re growing up
But remember
The good times
And all the memories
The silly things we’ve done
And the crazy i
He's Walking in Gardens Lyrics float through overcast skies,He's Walking in Gardens by ~sweetcapris
Measuring a summer’s day.
Turning away, I close my stinging eyes.
--
“There, to the left…
Your other left,” he chuckled.
On dirty knees, my cousin and I scooted on the ground.
I lifted a dark green leaf, rough between my fingers
And held up what I’d found.
He squinted for a better look and bit the tube at his mouth;
His chair moved forward.
“Now that there is one FINE cucumber.
Those plants are thirsty, though,
So you girls go ahead and get ‘em something to drink.”
My cousin jumped up and clenched the metal at the hose’s end,
But sprayed me firs
Joy 
I really look forward to seeing your future work 
