Hi KidzSearch, can you please check out and respond to the PM I sent you? I would really like a chance to be able to communicate with others after I leave this website, so I'd really appreciate if you could talk to me about it! Thanks!

hey I guess I noticed in some people's posts, they were allowed to say their real names, like Luna said her name was Jaden.
So, if you didn't know this already, my real name isn't Cindy, it was just the username I used on Animal Jam several years ago.
I haven't ever shared this on this website because I thought I wasn't allowed to, but apparently other people can so I thought I might as well
My real name is Elizabeth, and obviously I can't share my middle or last name.
That was all! Have a nice day and Merry Christmas!

Hey guys I thought of getting into writing stories again!
Thoughts?

THE COLD WITHIN by unknown source

Six humans trapped by happenstance, in bleak and bitter cold,
Each one possessed a stick of wood, or so the story's told.

Their dying fire in need of logs, the first man held his back,
For of the faces 'round the fire, he noticed one was black.

The next man looking 'cross the way saw one not of his church,
And couldn't bring himself to give the fire his stick of birch.

The third one sat in tattered clothes, he gave his coat a hitch,
Why should his log be put to use to warm the idle rich?

The rich man just sat back and thought of the wealth he had in store,
And how to keep what he had earned from the lazy, shiftless poor.

The black man's face bespoke revenge as the fire passed from sight,
For all he saw in his stick of wood was a chance to spite the white.

The last man of this forlorn group did not except for gain,
Giving only to those who gave was how he played the game.

Their logs held tight in death's still hand was proof of human sin,
They didn't die from the cold without -- they died from the cold within.