Day 6 of NaNoWriMo: 10692 words. Most Salvageable Sentences: “This time, instead of ordering the normal hot chocolate, we ordered pumpkin spice lattes. It was the most stereotypical drink ever, but we both liked the seasonal drink. It reminded me that fall was here again. Lance just liked the taste of pumpkin.” Random Note: My English […]
She bit her lip, not because she was shy, but because that was what shy people did. Her character—the painstakingly crafted project that she would live through until the end—smiled reassuringly. “I totally get what you mean,” the project said with a nod and the understanding smile that Gatsby used. The others relaxed. The project […]
It’s not the same. To compare, this would be the ghost of what was. We hold onto the past in this desperate hope that something will culminate from the abandons from within ourselves, despite the tide of realization that crashes in the corners of our minds. It is constant—reminding us of how this is going […]
“If I lay here. If I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?” –Chasing Cars, Snow Patrol
“Every atom in your body came from a star that exploded. And, the atoms in your left hand probably came from a different star than your right hand. It really is the most poetic thing I know about physics: You are all stardust.” –Lawrence M. Krauss
Despite always championing for honesty and sincerity and all those sorts of virtues, I have just realized I do sometimes tell white-lies. What exactly am I supposed to make out of myself?
“It’s right and it’s you’re right, because you’re my beautiful child, and beauty has rights that plainness never will.” –Cansrel, Fire by Kristin Cashore Cansrel scares me because I’m sure I would be like him if given power.
At first, I didn’t think my writing too changed after writing camp. But now, writing from all these different perspectives, I realize it really has. I am ever so happy! (:
Celeste sauntered on over to the steps of the old, brick building. She absentmindedly touched the pink ribbon in her hair before spotting her good friend, Meghan, already sitting on the steps of the building. They had agreed to meet a little early so they wouldn’t have to enter the building alone later. Celeste sprinted […]
She longed for land. She wanted to feel the ground, cool and sturdy, underneath her sand colored feet and take deep gulps of air. She wanted to love the seagull symphonies and listen to the mighty lion’s roar. She wanted to watch the flowers open their jewel-toned petals with a flourish and see the stars […]