I wish to become a great writer known by all. Although I may seem illiterate or idiotic at times, but I can have a spark of imagination set alight by a situation, and end up dazzling you with my retelling of a story with it vivid descriptions. I can stun you with my use of imagery and life like picturesque descriptions. I hope you enjoy what I write as I am sure I shall enjoy your works of art.
A few quotes by me:
" How do we know what is really truth in this twisted world of lies?"
"I wish not to burden you with tales of woe and words of sorrow. If you wish it so I shall speak no more."
"Logic can show us the words, but without emotions they would have no meaning."
"Let instinct guide us, but let us keep it on a tight leash."
A very short story:
Instinctual Love
Outside a vicious storm raged as drops of rain that seemed more like hail fell from the sky. It was night and I readied myself for sleep, plopping down on the covers with gratitude for the warmth from the soft fabric that lie there. Sleep could not come to me on this particular night. An unfamiliar voice begged to me inside my head "I am waiting for you. Please come to me. I need you. I need you." It pleaded for me, and at last, I resigned to the voice that asked for me.
Reaching out to it with my mind as it had to me I said. "I shall come to you. Please be patient." When no reply was uttered I flew down the stares featherweight and nimble. Stopping before the door I composed myself and opened it unsure of who it would be. Instinct said "It is your love he needs you."
I swung open the door and before my very eyes was my love. He seemed surprised to see me, and looked utterly forlorn and downtrodden. His usual loose posture was stiffened and yet turned in on itself like a leaf being shriveled by heat. His dark brown eyes seemed sad and clouded, his hair clung to his face from the wet rain. Yet it was my love, he had at last come to me, needed me.
I could not leave him be in this state. Despite his devastated composure he still seemed my love affectionate and sweet. Without words, as we both seemed to contain none I wrapped him in my arms in a warm embrace and ushered him inside.
Leading him to the couch with a steady hand and warm heart he simply fell to the couch like a feather. He still seemed shocked and confused though I did not know why I knew this. I sat down beside him wrapping him in the warmest covers I could find, and lighting the fireplace. Going for tea I left him on the couch for a small moment, and he whispered his voice filled with fear. "Please do not leave me alone."
Concern I knew had crossed my face and furrowed my brow, entering my green brown hazel eyes as I rushed back to his side and took his hand in mine. "What is it?" I asked simply. He replied "Please help me I do not know why I am here." My face filled with shock at this statement and not knowing what else to do I wrapped my arms around him and told him everything would be okay. At this he seemed to relax a bit and soon fell asleep in my arms. As soon as he did the force keeping me awake vanished, and I drifted off into a deep sleep as well.
A few quotes by me:
" How do we know what is really truth in this twisted world of lies?"
"I wish not to burden you with tales of woe and words of sorrow. If you wish it so I shall speak no more."
"Logic can show us the words, but without emotions they would have no meaning."
"Let instinct guide us, but let us keep it on a tight leash."
A very short story:
Instinctual Love
Outside a vicious storm raged as drops of rain that seemed more like hail fell from the sky. It was night and I readied myself for sleep, plopping down on the covers with gratitude for the warmth from the soft fabric that lie there. Sleep could not come to me on this particular night. An unfamiliar voice begged to me inside my head "I am waiting for you. Please come to me. I need you. I need you." It pleaded for me, and at last, I resigned to the voice that asked for me.
Reaching out to it with my mind as it had to me I said. "I shall come to you. Please be patient." When no reply was uttered I flew down the stares featherweight and nimble. Stopping before the door I composed myself and opened it unsure of who it would be. Instinct said "It is your love he needs you."
I swung open the door and before my very eyes was my love. He seemed surprised to see me, and looked utterly forlorn and downtrodden. His usual loose posture was stiffened and yet turned in on itself like a leaf being shriveled by heat. His dark brown eyes seemed sad and clouded, his hair clung to his face from the wet rain. Yet it was my love, he had at last come to me, needed me.
I could not leave him be in this state. Despite his devastated composure he still seemed my love affectionate and sweet. Without words, as we both seemed to contain none I wrapped him in my arms in a warm embrace and ushered him inside.
Leading him to the couch with a steady hand and warm heart he simply fell to the couch like a feather. He still seemed shocked and confused though I did not know why I knew this. I sat down beside him wrapping him in the warmest covers I could find, and lighting the fireplace. Going for tea I left him on the couch for a small moment, and he whispered his voice filled with fear. "Please do not leave me alone."
Concern I knew had crossed my face and furrowed my brow, entering my green brown hazel eyes as I rushed back to his side and took his hand in mine. "What is it?" I asked simply. He replied "Please help me I do not know why I am here." My face filled with shock at this statement and not knowing what else to do I wrapped my arms around him and told him everything would be okay. At this he seemed to relax a bit and soon fell asleep in my arms. As soon as he did the force keeping me awake vanished, and I drifted off into a deep sleep as well.
- Member since September 25, 2009.
- My mood is , and quote is "I miss my love..".
- I am a 16 year old woman from Florida (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm Sleeping, Reading, Swimming, Singing.
- I have 2 comments, 109 poems, 7 stories, 2 journals
My Stories
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I was in a commonplace area, but an unknown location. Everything was leeched of color and I feared the worst at first. I saw a vehicle that I seemed to recognize though I couldn't quite place my finger on it as from where. A200 words, October 19, 2009
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It was night and I heard footsteps approach my house with crimson flames in their wake though I did not know the origins of these flames. Everything but the flames was in black and white like an old movie. In a night gown I d300 words, 1 comment, October 19, 2009
My Poetry
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Rose petal falls he loves me not.
"It was fake after all" I thought.<100 words, 1 comment, February 7 -
Ignite like a fire.
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White rose of slowly fading purity.
Stained by a heart's bloody tear crimson and sweet.<100 words, 2 comments, February 1
