People used to come here;
they would laugh and play,
run rampid in the streets,
forget about their troubles
and enjoy the day.
People used to come here,
but they're all gone now
the blast took it all away.
Some, it robbed them
of their fragile lives;
others, lost their freedom
to live happy and healthy.
And the children,
the world's future,
dwindled into despair.
They fight with illness
and memories of that day
instead of laughing.
People used to come here,
but they don't anymore.
Now all that's left
of this once active town
is the remnants of what was.
Author notes
Username: Aimee Hill
First name [or name you will like to go by that is not your username]: ha ha... Aimee
Age: 30
General poetic style: More freestyle than not. I have leaned more that way, not sure why... some rhyming seems forced.
Why you’re interested in this contest: To be honest? I figured... why not? I'm a stay
at home mother and I have time on my hands. Plus, I figure I could learn
a thing or two.
The first picture inspired me.
I dug deeper into the knowledge of Chernobyl.... I read a WHOLE lot about it
before finally entering this contest. I knew of it, but didn't know all...and still don't. Wow.
Thanks for hosting this contest.
A contest entry
- Options - Pick your Poison! by Bean Sidhe.
1200 points, ended December 19, 2008, 17 entries
Gold trophy winner
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- AP X Factor: Round One [Auditions] by sideways hourglass.
650 points, ended January 1, 31 entries
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- Chernobyl by LittleAnn.
900 points, ended May 23, 6 entries
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