Writing contest round 2 topic(s) ~DEADLINE UPDATE~

Welcome remaining writers to round 2!
Before I say the topic I need to tell you something I forgot to tell you.
I will be switching between doing stories and poems.
You can still do stories if you want. 
Another good thing is you can choose your own topic
OR follow my topic.
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WRITING TOPIC
You bought a new house. When a couple days later,
you notice something odd...
Doors opening randomly,
Random people in your house,
and voices when your the only one there.
It's actually haunted.
What would you do?
(Or you could make your own topic.)
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POEM TOPIC
You're lost on a random island.
Write a poem about your day.
(Remember, you can make your own topic.)
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DEADLINE
~UPDATE~
The NEW deadline is in 3 weeks!!!!
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GOOD LUCK!!!
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Entrie(s) that are done
Contest Entry: PoemThis is my contest entry for the second instalment.
I chose to do a poem based not just on my day, but on my thoughts and feelings, and the future, and a bit of the past. a lot of it is very personal to me, so don't expect to get all of it. but none of it is nonsensical. Hope you enjoy it.
"My day.
My day.
My day with hopeful words abound,
Without a shred of despair found.
With sweated love that fills the air,
With sated breath, I hold him near.
Do I know what life will hold?
When time is done and I am old?
I don’t.
I wish I could.
But before him, I am bound by blood.
Bound to hold him ever on,
Until our bones are dust and gone.
But is love all there is to share?
Hardly so I say to dare.
Or dare to do,
Or Daring Do’s,
A story found here,
Plainly clear,
And one day maybe all to hear.
To hear?
To see?
I doubt to see.
But what can I predict of thee?
Life’s trails and turns wander on,
And who can say what I’ll become.
Fate it seems a twisted mare,
La
StrandedI lay in the sand,
Alive,
Breathing.
The other's are gone.
They went down with the ship.
I made little tombs for them,
out of salt and water.
I did not know them,
But I still cried.
I will survive.
I lay leaves of palms in the sand.
Arranged to form an S.O.S.
I set fire to wood.
I will survive.
I then set fire to the trees.
I will survive.
They'll notice.
They'll rescue me.
I will survive.
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