There is more the life than what meets the eye. Take a closer look and see for yourself. Take a closer look and find the tiny details that can change your mind. Take a closer look to find your dreams and discover yourself, they’re not far from where you stand.
In some possible way, dreams can become reality. Life on edge and alert isn’t fun. Life is about learning and experiences. Many things can happen in a day, and today was that day.
I’m twelve days into school and it feels like I’ve never left! It’s not so bad, I adore my classes and teachers. I’ve been pretty busy lately, sadly. I’ve had a bit of a stressful first couple days, but so far, it is getting good. I have some homework tonight, but then I am free.… Continue reading 12 Days
So, on Facebook, I posted at status to my friends; Tell me your favorite word and I will write a paragraph or so on your wall. So far, three people have answered that question. Here are the paragraphs in order. Music The world is… Continue reading Words
She wakes up in a dimly lit room, glancing around, she takes notice that it is not her own. Amity slowly gets up and wanders out of the bedroom and to the living room, she wanders around and examines the unfamiliar territory. No one else in in the house, she is home alone. With… Continue reading Free Falling: Chapter Four: High Winds
Oh my gawd! School is starting tomorrow! Wow! My senior year! I’m nervous and excited. It feels so unreal. :) I’m typing chapter 4 of Free Falling and I hope to upload it before work! Wish me luck! I work tonight as well so I might as well, after I get off work, come to the library… Continue reading Exclamation Point
The summer is coming to an end, and my last year of high school will be right around the corner. I need to get a lot of things set out straight before the 15th; my sleeping schedule is wacko, and my room is a mess. I have a lot of bad faults that have gained… Continue reading A Shout Out
I used to live happily in my cage at Aqua Land, waiting for my new owner to pick me. I’d always crawl around the front of the cage, especially when one of the lady’s that worked there came buy.
There was this one girl who would always come by every week to get something from up above me, it looked like another mammal like me… I don’t know what it was, but today she came by and instead, the lady grabbed me out of my cage. I was so excited. I got put in a box.
When I got in that box, I was scared though. I couldn’t see anything. There was no light and all I heard was noise. I couldn’t keep still. I tried to get out of it, but it was too strong.
The next time I saw light was when that girl cut open the prison I was in. She smile and yelled, “How cute!” And then she picked the box up and placed me in a large container, it was white and a little damp. I crawled out with her help and sniffed around, and then she picked me up.
I was so high up that I was scared to fall, so I hung onto her tightly, while still exploring…
Another lady came in and they talked, she set me down then left.
Later on she came in with two things, a strange creature and a shiny box.
She set the creature in the container and I ran up to smell it, he didn’t move, but he smelt dangerous. I ran to the other side, clear of it. Then it moved and I ran up to it again, this time it tried to bite me! It was fast, but I jumped away. I was still curious so I did it again, and the same thing happened. Why does it keep doing it? The last time I ran up to it and it stayed still, finally. I was smelling its’ face but then, he bite me and I blacked out.
Writing is creative and bold.I’ll write until I grow senile and old.I’ll discover all my stories as they unfold.Writing is never controlled. My writing is my world.The words on this page unfurled,As the spoken word twisted and twirled,until, out with it, the words hurled. Sharing my dreams with everyone around me,Written and or spoken, it… Continue reading Writing
She walks the streets, her hair dripping with water and her clothes sopping wet. She can feel the eyes of everyone on her. She ignores them and walks faster. Avoiding the main streets, she squeezes through alleys to reach her destination. She turns the next corner and runs into a gang of four. They are… Continue reading Free Falling: Chapter Three: Broken Wings