hey guys!
So I know a few of those who'll come across this page and think it's exactly like the 'Writing' page, but it's not. This group is for everyone who wants to publikasi a piece of menulis that they've started, finished, atau are editing. It's like those groups a lot of authors tend to gabung to get help on their books, songs, short stories, plain ol' ideas, atau screenplays.
The Writer's Club is all about coming together to help each other achieve their best work and even publikasi their work. We can help one another oleh reviewing chapters of buku that have been diposting as articles, oleh membaca lyrics that may not be quite right, atau to just see what kind of audience a piece of work is suited towards.
Anyways, if anyone has questions, just give me a shout out, otherwise feel free to post any pieces of original material for constructive debate!
- M.
So I know a few of those who'll come across this page and think it's exactly like the 'Writing' page, but it's not. This group is for everyone who wants to publikasi a piece of menulis that they've started, finished, atau are editing. It's like those groups a lot of authors tend to gabung to get help on their books, songs, short stories, plain ol' ideas, atau screenplays.
The Writer's Club is all about coming together to help each other achieve their best work and even publikasi their work. We can help one another oleh reviewing chapters of buku that have been diposting as articles, oleh membaca lyrics that may not be quite right, atau to just see what kind of audience a piece of work is suited towards.
Anyways, if anyone has questions, just give me a shout out, otherwise feel free to post any pieces of original material for constructive debate!
- M.
In this night
composed of beads sprinkled
of the memories and remembrance of
the days that sill live in the hearts of sorrow.
In this night
I cari for one soul
who can understand my thoughts,
in this night I whisper...
Your name like a blessing,
your hug like a consolation.
In this night,
magic is real,
weakness of the past has been stopped
oleh this moment of fidelity,
this moment belongs to us.
Make my demons go away,
I know,you're the only one,
the only one who can stop the pain.
Beads are sprinkled all over,
this beads of past,
rolling to the floor to my foot
just to remind me,
just to punish me
for the days when my strength
was gone,
when I was gone,
burried oleh the thoughts of darkness and grief.
But this night belongs to magic,
the magic of your presence,
this night will forgive my weakness,
so I shall forgive,
I will pick these beads and I will be free,
fear won't find me,the nigh will forgive me.
composed of beads sprinkled
of the memories and remembrance of
the days that sill live in the hearts of sorrow.
In this night
I cari for one soul
who can understand my thoughts,
in this night I whisper...
Your name like a blessing,
your hug like a consolation.
In this night,
magic is real,
weakness of the past has been stopped
oleh this moment of fidelity,
this moment belongs to us.
Make my demons go away,
I know,you're the only one,
the only one who can stop the pain.
Beads are sprinkled all over,
this beads of past,
rolling to the floor to my foot
just to remind me,
just to punish me
for the days when my strength
was gone,
when I was gone,
burried oleh the thoughts of darkness and grief.
But this night belongs to magic,
the magic of your presence,
this night will forgive my weakness,
so I shall forgive,
I will pick these beads and I will be free,
fear won't find me,the nigh will forgive me.
" Cassie, he's staring at me through the window!" My friend Lexi whispered during Science. I turned my head to the left and sure enough Caden was staring at her. Why does she always tanggal such jerks? She should tanggal someone who treats her right. " Lexi and Cassie, stop talking." Mrs. Daloff yelled. ~Wow, that was rude. She's a bad teacher. We should get her fired.~ Me and Lexi's friend Megan passed us a note. ~Ya Totally!! Should we include Gracie?~ Lexi wrote to Megan. As her response Megan just smiled. ~Are anda in Cass?~ Megan wrote. "Ya," I mouthed to her. She smiled and gave me two thumbs up.
Out at recess, we planned out our scheme. Mrs.Daloff would get snakes in her class, so she would yell at Tyler since he would do something like that. Then she would call the principal and Tyler would get in trouble, but to keep from getting in trouble he'd say he didn't do anything. The principal would believe him and Mrs.Daloff would be fired. Unless..... Something gets ruined.
Out at recess, we planned out our scheme. Mrs.Daloff would get snakes in her class, so she would yell at Tyler since he would do something like that. Then she would call the principal and Tyler would get in trouble, but to keep from getting in trouble he'd say he didn't do anything. The principal would believe him and Mrs.Daloff would be fired. Unless..... Something gets ruined.
Have anda ever been burned atau struck? Threatened atau excuted? I haven't, but my friends and family have. My sister was struck, and my mother was threatened, but the worst were my father and my best friend. They were executed for having as destructive imagination. Since their executions other with the same " problem " have tried to flee from the country, but they just end up caught and killed. anda see any kind of imagination is banned from this country. I miss my father, my friend, and imagination. Someday, I'll bring imagination back for them, but until then it remains buried in the ground with my loved ones.
It is the beginning of the end...
The words drift to me, as if carried on the wind. I look up toward the sky to try and get a glimpse of what-or whom-ever sent that thought to me. Of course, there is not a thingthere. I continue my walk.
I'm stepping over McCafferty's bridge that crosses over Dalvin's canal when a cool zephyr sweeps across my body. I shiver, wrapping my arms tight around my waist. Autumn is creeping in on us, here in west virginia. As i step off the bridge, i hear it again. Only, closer this time...
I decide to pick up my pace and i scurry home.
Once there, i find my father with a pisau protruding from his back sprawled on the dapur floor. A pool of blood surrounds him.
Before i even start screaming, i think to myself, "i knew it was gonna be one of THOSE days..."
The words drift to me, as if carried on the wind. I look up toward the sky to try and get a glimpse of what-or whom-ever sent that thought to me. Of course, there is not a thingthere. I continue my walk.
I'm stepping over McCafferty's bridge that crosses over Dalvin's canal when a cool zephyr sweeps across my body. I shiver, wrapping my arms tight around my waist. Autumn is creeping in on us, here in west virginia. As i step off the bridge, i hear it again. Only, closer this time...
I decide to pick up my pace and i scurry home.
Once there, i find my father with a pisau protruding from his back sprawled on the dapur floor. A pool of blood surrounds him.
Before i even start screaming, i think to myself, "i knew it was gonna be one of THOSE days..."
I Know I'm not crazy but I can feel colors,
Blue was the single tear among all others streaming dowm my face,
purple were the bruises covering my body,
Red was the blood running down my mouth,
my eyes,
my throat
down to the floor,
Black was the hopeless darksurrounding me,
white showed the blankness
of what my life
was about to be
...
and yet
...
I couldn't help but smile
Some people think I mean to like Pain no matter how bad.
Better people think it means when
there is no hope left anda can still have one reason to smile!
Blue was the single tear among all others streaming dowm my face,
purple were the bruises covering my body,
Red was the blood running down my mouth,
my eyes,
my throat
down to the floor,
Black was the hopeless darksurrounding me,
white showed the blankness
of what my life
was about to be
...
and yet
...
I couldn't help but smile
Some people think I mean to like Pain no matter how bad.
Better people think it means when
there is no hope left anda can still have one reason to smile!
Here's a little keterangan of the characters that appear in my untitled short story for my mom, as part of her natal gift.
Ivy Kendall
Age: 33
Hair: Long, dark brown locks
Eyes: Pale green
Height: 5’9
Role: Main character, the voice of the story
Skyler “Skye” Darryl
Age: 16
Hair: Dark brown locks
Eyes: Dark brown eyes
Height: 5'7 1/2
Role: Unknown daughter of Ivy, shows up unannounced
Ryan Briller
Age: 34
Hair: unsure
Eyes: brown eyes
Height: 6'1
Role: Unknown father of Skye, in cinta with Ivy since boarding school when they lost touch
Ivy Kendall
Age: 33
Hair: Long, dark brown locks
Eyes: Pale green
Height: 5’9
Role: Main character, the voice of the story
Skyler “Skye” Darryl
Age: 16
Hair: Dark brown locks
Eyes: Dark brown eyes
Height: 5'7 1/2
Role: Unknown daughter of Ivy, shows up unannounced
Ryan Briller
Age: 34
Hair: unsure
Eyes: brown eyes
Height: 6'1
Role: Unknown father of Skye, in cinta with Ivy since boarding school when they lost touch
