A Blank PageWhat to do with a blank page?A Blank Page
Most people draw. Others pass notes. Some don't use it at all.
I choose to write. Yet, no words flow. How can I write something when no inspiration appears? When the words don't flow, should I crumple the paper in disgust?
Perhaps, but I think I'll save that paper for a moment when the words do flow.
Odep the BearEeb was a peaceful village. It was located on the Nach Plain right next to the Ofur River, and the Tinbertut Sea was located right behind it. There was only one flaw in the village, and that was Odep. Odep the Bear was an impressive man. He dwarfed even the tallest of the villagers. He wrestled with a bear, winning of course; thus giving him the title of “the Bear”. All these qualities made him highly respected; however he was arrogant, and took what he pleased. The men of the village feared him, for in fits of rage he would destroy their houses or their bodies. The women of the village feared him, because if they didn’tOdep the Bear
Don't Let Me GoWhen my hands are red a raw, and the blisters leave you in awe, Hold me.Don't Let Me Go
When I stumble and I fall, still no balance left at all, Hold me.
When my eyes fill up with tears, thrusting forward all my fears, Hold me.
When my lip begins to quake, and you know it isn't fake, Hold me.
When there's pounding in my ears, and you're the only one who hears, Hold me.
When I pass out on my bed, a hundred things swirling in my head, Hold me.
When you think I'm under deep, there's a promise you should kee
Black and WhiteThe leaves fell from above, hitting the sidewalk with whispering taps. The girl walking through them paid no attention to the beautiful autumn day around her or to the changing colors of the leaves under her boots.Black and White
She was too absorbed in the piece of writing in her hands, which she was cradling like a precious child to her breast. Although she had read it thousands of times, she still wasn’t sure that it was perfect. There was no way on the earth that she could fully express what she was about to do, and certainly not why, but she was trying, and for that, she was proud of herself.
Crunch, crunch, whisper, crun
| 'Kay, the name is Kevin. I am generally never have a good description in things such as these, so it's gonna be short. I'm fairly lazy. I watch animes for most of my time. My mind is almost always making up stories, but I never get around to sitting down and writing about one single one. I mostly write for fun. They'll be times where I write what I think about certain subjects, but those are few and far between. Tell me what you think of it, tell me if it's grammatically correct or whatnot, just help me out. I am not able to grammatically edit my own work. And please comment it. I'm kinda getting confused about what people think about my stuff 'cause they're no longer commenting, just favoriting. And just to give a heads up to everyone. I generally start a story/project, do some work on it, and discard it for a while. So if you're left waiting for any specific story let me know. I'll try to work on it. |
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"A bit of you dies everyday; it's your choice on how you rebuild yourself for tomorrow."
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I am just so broken by the bitterness of loneliness.
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Once a dreamer, always a dreamer.
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The difference between genius and insanity is just how well you do.
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Once a dreamer, always a dreamer.
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