Papa took me over to Catherine's house that weekend to pick up the silken dress so I could wear it to Mercy's wedding and begin wearing it to church. Susan and I were to be the only two attendants, and she had plenty of pretty dresses she could pick from to wear...
though, far bigger and brighter than any ever to be seen, and this is what made the magic come alive.
Underneath the moon, you could see a girl in a majestic silver bubble, with glistening silver smoke, floating away as it sparkled across the skies. What lay ahead for this...
of what true love really is. He's only been in two short several-months relationships that both seemed like it would last for an eternity, but didn't. The aftereffects of the last one were especially difficult to stomach. It felt as if his heart would never be enough to sustain...
for years. Short stories, mostly. I mostly write stories based on Fantasy or Horror. I occasionally write drama's since those are easier than anything else to write about (IMO). I can't do comedy's. They just come out corny and not so funny. One of my dreams were to be able to...
I was sorry, however, for agreeing as we entered Jeremy and Mercy's house. My new brother-in-law had given each set of parents - his and hers - a key to come in while he was at work - and especially after the young couple knew they would become parents in due time...
There, in the tail of that comma, in that ethereal silent pause between whispered words, we are suspended in a universe of our own making. I pirouette on your full-stop period and leap onto your curvaceous parenthesis. I caress its hard sensuous curve and coax it to unleash...
" Regan asked as he admired the fine hanging portraits along the stone walls of the king's quarters.
"Of course they do.." King Alfond passivly replied "I am their king aren't I?"
"How do you know?" Regan pressed, turning from the heroic depictions of lords and ladies to the...
The punctuation needs some work, sorry for that, well..this really.
[A sea of deep red
Crashes upon itself in swells,
The ship is shattered,
It now floats in pieces scattered.
The few survivors
Are all out of breath,
Their lungs are...
As we disengaged the hugs, Catherine whispered into my nearest ear, "You're a good girl, Lizzie...a very good girl...I get reports and find my sources..."
I leaned back against the still-enfolding wrists, frowning in puzzlement. What was Catherine talking about? Sure...
LOL. That's my BIG problem. I write down all my thoughts for a novel out of order and in strange vernacular so my editor's head just pops off. She only deals with me because she loves my work, so I guess the talent outshines the mania. This is for Married to Madness. Google it.
This will probably make more sense to people that play videogames, nonetheless, I hope whoever reads it finds it a bit humorous :D
Life is a new MMORPG, that is, Massively Multiplayer Online Role-playing Game, on a scale that is larger and more intricate than any other game on...
I used to write when I was younger and had more time on my hands. This is something that I wrote and shared with my girlfriend long before she became my wife:Do what's right.PLEASE do what is in your best interest.DON'T stay because of me.GO.I will always love you.
How do you...
During the normal morning recess, the entire schoolroom sat with our feet flat on the floor, our posture upright, and our hands folded. We dared not look to the left,right, or behind us - nowhere but directly ahead, where Miss McKenna stood on the platform in front of her...
Erica's birthday, I discovered, was in February, while I was suffering the Tortures of the Damned in not being able to play in the snow which was now floody slush nor go out without decent wet-weather wear.
Catherine came upon me one afternoon when I was in my usual...
It had been a long and wet winter. Despite the advent and then passage of Christmas, New Year's, and then my birthday to break up the monotony - I was fair SICK of snow. I had loved to play in it when I was a little,little girl - especially making snow angels in the...
dead in a bar
did all of it for the seven
and two brides up so far.
promises made to heaven
dying to keep
many miles to kill of heathens
before i sleep.
Catherine insisted I sit down at the dining table and have something to eat. I protested; she was firm.
I wasn't really hungry, but I gave in with a minimum of protest.To continue to refuse would be an insult to Catherine's hospitality.
Chicken, potatoes, gravy, and a...
By the time lunch rolled around, most every girl and boy in class had a certain wet dirty dampness where they sat down. The few that didn't were the younger students - from about the third grade down - and Erica and me. Most of those that did were extremely upset about...
I've decided to pursue a degree and am currently in the admissions process which requires a short essay explaining why I should be admitted. I love writing but am drawing a complete blank on what to say!
I used to think I would be a real woodsman and hunt animals. I lived in Arizona. One place we lived, the cotton field across the road had a group of trees growing that had not been cut down. We called it THE TREES... we were so clever. One day while we were out there, one of...
filling the village sounds of screaming and violent yelling was everywhere. I looked around to see what was going on men in odd clothing was ravaging the village burning houses children was being slaughtered in the street blood soaking the dirt road I watched in my hiding place...
wings let open wide,
its you who sits there waiting.
When the call to fly,
I resist can no more,
its you who looks at my face
When the hunger to take makes
my taking of you forsaken,
it is you whos laid there bare
for me to take and be taken.
then you smile.
from the 3rd to the 7th grade. When I went into the 4th grade, the teacher everyone was scared of was Ms Bimbo. I was so afraid of getting her because she was supposed to be the "mean" one. Her name was quite fitting for her personal demeanor as I recall. I felt so fortunate...
Here are 20 Writing Prompts, you are invited to tackle 'em and share 'em...
1. Pick the person you most want to see in the world right now. Write a monologue or a letter to that person and then continue the story.
2. Write a scene between your parents (living or deceased...
My son, Matthew, is a computer genius. Last week he gave me the latest version of his newest invention, a Computer Assisted Writing software program called CAW 2011. In a few minutes he’d loaded the software into my computer.
"Hello," my computer said...
s mists fade away.
My mind is clear,
but in my soul
a fire burns
as the spirit awakes in me.
It?s time to go and explore,
the worlds inside and outside.
Today the epic fight starts
The fight against myself,
As my reflection laughs in my face
I know I...
Mercy came home the same weekend I did. She had been more or less marooned in Jeremy's house due to the weather and was almost wild with a sense of "cabin fever". I learned at the supper table that she almost called the engagement off twice over that period - exactly...
Mercy got no worse - but not much better, either. She made a gargantuan effort to visit with Mama and me from her bedside, and although we told her it wasn't necessary, to get her rest, she persisted.
Once, my sister had a restless night and twisted in renewed...
Don't you think we are like guinea pigs in laboratories? I mean our minds have been poisoned
with filthy lies. We are the test subjects of the century.
And I say this precisely.
They wont set us free willingley.
We are being lead astray ..
All these corrupt ways.
As I sat down to dinner with my family, I dreaded the thought, in the back of my mind, that somebody was going to say the wrong thing in Mercy's hearing, or even look crosseyed at her, and it was going to start what had become an almost nightly rerun of I-want-to-get...
and it's going good for a few chapters, then all of the sudden your mind starts going blank, and you can't figure out how to write the rest of the story, and whatever you do write sounds lame?... Gahhhhh I hate it!!!
awoke on the morning of my seventh birthday to a still-dark morning. I was almost wide-awake on the instant, compared to my usual dragging awakening of the past -
My eyes closed again - then reopened quickly again. That's why I was so WIDE awake! The punishment was OVER!
Mercedes Anne Davis married Jeremy Patrick Wilkens on June 1st, 1869.
With the outfits presently in her closet, there was an ivory gown overlaid with lace trim and underlaid with satin skirts. I had never seen her wear it - as with so many in her wardrobe which I didn't...
Laying on her makeshift bed, she stares out the window, the drapes flapping in the night breeze...
Wandering over to the window, she closes it gently..
In the distance, she hears it...the piecing howl... the shrill squeal she has came to know so well...
Above her, the...
who have aspirations of writing a novel and/or publishing one, you must write consistently.
Carve out a period of time everyday and write. Whether, it is as little as 30 minutes or as great as several hours, find that time.
In order to really get something accomplished and...
The one who writes for necessity
obligation, vocation or vanity.
The one who disappears giving chance
to the text to stand out.
The one who is a Best seller
And the anonymous as well.
who writes true literature
and virtual ones
Well,ı think it is time to tell about me a little:) A lot of people who ı am friends with ask me why ı didnt write somethings about myself. For nearly 2,5 years ı have been a member in here. ı like this site indeed.My name is Emre.ı live in Turkey but ı was born in...
Mercy continued to suffer - as the rest of us did. There were days when Mama was with her so long that Jeremy came in from the fields or town when he worked. Mama would allow Jeremy in to see Mercy (unless she was asleep) and then send me home in the wagon with him. He...
What Mama had dreaded most had come to pass - her oldest daughter, though happily married and expecting her first child in the coming wintertime, was ill with childbed fever.
There was no cure, no medicine, no treatment known for this illness. When you were a woman...
) is like getting an immunization, a vaccine of sorts.
Subsequent attacks of kick to the curb syndrome are not as bad. You may still get the sniffles and the what the hellies, but nothing anywhere close to the heart ripping thru your chest a la Aliens movie searing pain.
We were in the car for what seemed like forever and forever. But I wasn't scared. This man had been so nice to me now and on a prior occasion. No reason why I can't trust him...
"What's your name?" I asked, turning under my seat belt to look at him.
"David Collins," the...
she knew that now. How wrong she was when she imagined sunshine and rainbows. She thought that love was always happy, that it would always be good and beautiful and strong. But that just isn’t reality. Nothing can be perfect no matter hard you work at it to make it perfect. It...