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Feb 19, 2010 04:28AM
Write anything! It could be a random sentance, a poem, a mini scene from a story, a description of your underwear. Anything! It isnt called freewrite for nothing
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Cheese tasted better when baked into chips and dipped in sourcream.
My underwear hangs solemnly from the chair, waiting for me to pick it up and move it back to its brethren. XP!
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I see you standing there
Like you always have before
And I know you’re just asking . . . asking for more
Asking for a second chance
And I’m ashamed, oh so ashamed,
I claimed I could fix it,
I claimed I could right all our wrongs
But I lied . . . I lied that night
But I thought I was telling the truth
I fought for it, I swear
I gave it my all
I couldn’t make it happen
I couldn’t right those wrongs,
And now, I can’t right these wrongs
No matter how hard I try
I can’t right my wrongs
And I saw you shatter
I watched it happen
And then I see you standing there
I see you standing there
And inside I know you’re crying
And I’m lying to myself
I can’t fix these mistakes
It takes all I have not to break down,
Seeing you crying there
And then I see you standing there
I see you standing there
Just like you always have before
Laura wrote: "My underwear hangs solemnly from the chair, waiting for me to pick it up and move it back to its brethren.
XP!"
*bursts out laughin*
Crikey that was amazing. I loved it.
My underwear is red and, um, I'm wearing it.
XP!"
*bursts out laughin*
Crikey that was amazing. I loved it.
My underwear is red and, um, I'm wearing it.
I love Felix the Cat, but watching the old cartoons for three hours strait is a bit too much. My friend and I have been trying to out-Felix each other. She won.
My underwear has superpowers and is awesome like that!
My socks are mis-matched. But not is that one is yellow one is pink way. More like they're different brands. Yes, I admit it, I never match my socks.
I love that. My socks match today...they are brand new: I had no choice!!!:P~ he's drooling..
Kriss wrote: "Here's some sucky lyrics I had to write for a scene in my book:I see you standing there
Like you always have before
And I know you’re just asking . . . asking for more
Asking for a second ch..."
that's great
Knock knock.Who's there.
Me.
Me who?
Me.
Yes, but who are you?
Me. No duh.
Huh?
Yep. It's me: Me.
Ohhhh...come on in Me.
Thanks.
Yikes!
Just kidding, I'm not me, I'm an evil pussy cat! MEOW!!!!
First, a scene.The light of a full moon is glowing and slipping through the lace curtains into an empty, dusty one-roomed cabin. Wooden walls eight feet high enclose the small room. A light breeze rustles the dead branches of a single, bare, forlorn birch tree outside and breathes past the light drapes. It brushes past a glossy black piano and comes to rest in a tangle of gently swirling air around a vase of dead, wilted flowers. The world is silent.
One character.
A silhouette sits on the bench by the piano, unmoving. It has long, dark hair. Little drops fall from its face and onto the keys. Its head is in its hands, and its back moves up and down ever so slightly: breathing. The world remains silent.
An idea.
The silhouette lifts a delicate finger and places it every so softly on the highest note of the piano. Silence is broken and the pale note rings in the silhouette’s ears. It echoes in the empty room, and the silhouette presses another key, and another.
A change.
Music swirls around the empty room, and the silhouette plays the sun up into the sky and it rises with grandeur; the birch tree bursts into a flurry of green leaves; grass sprouts through the cracks in the wooden floor and the dust vanishes. The walls crumble and turn to rich soil; birds fly from the tree and perch upon the piano. The silhouette is no longer a silhouette, but a girl with beautiful dark tresses and a silky white gown of the finest spider’s web. Her eyes shine with joy and the birds lift her and the piano up, up, up into the sky. She keeps on playing, and down below rolling hills grow grass and wildflowers sprout from the ground. Purple mountains rise majestically in the distance, and lakes of purest blue pour from the earth. The girl is enveloped in the clouds and is lifted up and away, into the sky.
Hard, cold reality.
The silhouette slumps onto the rough, dirty wooden floor, and a breath escapes her lips as she smiles serenely; for in her world, she is up in the heavens with the birds and the music.
Silence binds the world again, the birch is withered, and the walls close in on the room. The piano vanishes. All is quiet.
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The light of a full moon is glowing and slipping through the lace curtains into an empty, dusty one-roomed cabin. Wooden walls eight feet high enclose the small room. A light breeze..."
...God dang it Laura, I wish I could hug you right now. That was GLORIOUS.
Kennyninja (the ninja is silent) wrote: "I love that. My socks match today...they are brand new: I had no choice!!!
:P~ he's drooling.."
hahahaha... my socks are matching for once... but I didn't match them...
:P~ he's drooling.."
hahahaha... my socks are matching for once... but I didn't match them...
Laura wrote: "First, a scene.
The light of a full moon is glowing and slipping through the lace curtains into an empty, dusty one-roomed cabin. Wooden walls eight feet high enclose the small room. A light breeze..."
oooh! That's good...
The light of a full moon is glowing and slipping through the lace curtains into an empty, dusty one-roomed cabin. Wooden walls eight feet high enclose the small room. A light breeze..."
oooh! That's good...
Wow, Laura! That was amazing! :) My brain is too dead to write right now. :(
Kennyninja (the ninja is silent) wrote: "I love that. My socks match today...they are brand new: I had no choice!!!:P~ he's drooling.."
New socks always have to match!!! Mine aren't new...they're not matched.
Okay, I'll try anyway. Hm. What's in my head right now... Okay, it'll be in present tense 'cause I feel like it.***
A cold, thick fog hangs over the enormous plain. To some, unaware of the true nature of the world, it might looks refreshing, peaceful, but the girl on a tiny path knows it for what it is, though she wishes that she did not. Danger. She leans her head again the rock jutting out of the path and looks up at the thin gap in the fog around the path. The one place she is protected from it, and she must leave.
She rests her head in her hands for a moment, her dark hair falling into her eyes. With a deep, shuddering sigh, she stands and swallows, gathering her courage. Looking through the menacing fog, she can just make out the lights shining dimly far away, hanging out over a far away scene. She shoulders her pack and takes a deep breath, and steps into the fog.
The feeling is immediate — cold, frightening, intimidating. She can't see more than a few inches in any direction, but the dim lights are still up far ahead, leading her on. She clenches her fists and takes another step, then another. Step by step she makes her way through the thick fog. She looks up after a few more steps and realizes she can no longer see the night sky. Even the brightly shining full moon has been obscured by the fog. How, then, do the lights ahead make it through?
They must be charmed, she realizes. That is the only explanation. Why they would want to do this, she does not know. Perhaps to draw unfortunate travelers to their treacherous fortress. A strain of dark Despair swirls around her in the fog. They must have put it there. She has to stop for a moment, covering her eyes with trembling hands. After a moment it passes, and she is left shaking in the stifling mist.
She does not stop again. Pressing onward through the danger of the fog towards the danger of the fortress, she keeps her goal in mind. She will reach it.
***
Wow... That was odd. *confused* Where did that come from?
"Why am I a llama?" Mitch turned around, laughing.
"Your new haircut makes your hair really fluffy," Nicky shrugged.
"Alpacas are the ones with the fluffy heads," Mitch frowned.
"Oh. I guess you're one of those then, Llama Boy."
"Your new haircut makes your hair really fluffy," Nicky shrugged.
"Alpacas are the ones with the fluffy heads," Mitch frowned.
"Oh. I guess you're one of those then, Llama Boy."
Your dream last night?Okay, so. I was in an airplane (something that I dream frequently). The pilot suddenly passed out (along with the copilot). Everyone was all, "Who can fly a plane!!!" And I was like, "ME!" But it was a lie. We would have crashed were it not for the amazing skills of Shawn Spencer (who was also on the flight), who was apparently a stunt pilot in Texas a while back. Gus was awesome, obviously.
We landed in New York (many of my dreams seem to take place there, lately). They were totally cool and Shawn was like, "I totally broke up with Abigail. Thanks for the tip you sent me, Holly (I usually have that name in dreams...). Jules is so right for me." They signed a psych mug that I had (miraculously) for me. Somehow time skipped and it was March 23 (24?) and I was still in the Big Apple. I was all "FABLEHAVEN!!!" And I went to the local Barnes and Noble to buy it, and somehow I was about $20 short! (I only had one dollar with me...) And who happened to come get in line behind me? (I don't know how I didn't notice. He practically radiates awesome.) NEAL-Awesome-Caffrey! It was awesome! (I'm being redundant...) So he was totally, "It's no problem, I'll pick it up." And he bought it for me and signed it. It was momentous. And then he caught a taxi for me so I could go back to the airport. As I left I reminded him not to trust Kate. He shrugged and said, "I'm a hopeless romantic. I'm still hoping she's on my side." I guess that's part of the reason he's so perfect... Aw, Neal.
Anyway,I got on a new plane and who was on it? Artemis! Turns out he was in New York to buy me a very early present. (How sweet.) He patiently listened to me go all Neal-Caffrey-Fan-ish for several hours. Artemis is cool like that. Plus, he isn't jealous because Neal is like 32... So yeah. Continuing on, Artemis and I got back to Bountiful and he walked me home. He couldn't stay to see any of you because he had to get back to his family and all that for his twin brothers' birthday! (He'd also gotten them presents). So I was sad, because I don't think any of you have ever been lucky enough to meet Artemis. I gave him a hug and had him sign a large glass banana for consistency's sake. I went down to my room, and I promptly fell to the floor in euphoria. Four of my favorite Male Characters in less than a month! It was almost too much to handle. After regaining myself I erected a shrine with which to honor all of them.
I went to sleep and woke up the next day to discover that GASP! those pesky time zombies had snuck into my house and transported me back to February 25th! Sadly, all of my precious signed articles were gone... but I had my memories.
I was replying to one of those forwards and this ended up coming out... Wow.
Edit: Okay, so you're not confused.
Artemis Fowl is my boyfriend (in my imagination...)
Neal Caffrey, Shawn Spencer, and Gus are all characters in TV shows I like.
Cassie (Mallory/Skitts. I accept probie snacks) wrote: ""Why am I a llama?" Mitch turned around, laughing.
"Your new haircut makes your hair really fluffy," Nicky shrugged.
"Alpacas are the ones with the fluffy heads," Mitch frowned.
"Oh. I guess you..."
hahahaha!
"Your new haircut makes your hair really fluffy," Nicky shrugged.
"Alpacas are the ones with the fluffy heads," Mitch frowned.
"Oh. I guess you..."
hahahaha!
Jessica (is very busy and won't be on much) wrote: "Your dream last night?
Okay, so. I was in an airplane (something that I dream frequently). The pilot suddenly passed out (along with the copilot). Everyone was all, "Who can fly a plane!!!" And I ..."
lol :P
Okay, so. I was in an airplane (something that I dream frequently). The pilot suddenly passed out (along with the copilot). Everyone was all, "Who can fly a plane!!!" And I ..."
lol :P
Audrey wrote: "That is one awesome dream"Haha, yeah. Actually beyond the airplane almost crashing I made it up. :) I've had many dreams that almost amount to that, though.
"You little rat!" Piper jumped up and pointed at Felix, who had been drawing on her Converse hightops in orange Sharpie. "No poisoning the Converse!"
"But you love Sharpies," Felix cocked his head. "And orange."
"But not on my beautiful shoes!"
"But you love Sharpies," Felix cocked his head. "And orange."
"But not on my beautiful shoes!"
Marie wrote: ""Max I can't beleive it! Do you know what they do here? They slow cook the rats and add sliced bananas, then saute them in a nachoo cheese sauce and eat it for breakfast, but they skip lunch so the..."
((But it was awesome! :}))
((But it was awesome! :}))
"leave it" Becker ordered. Siren drops the letters. Her parents knew why she was running away. If she left Becker's letters it would not aid her parents in finding them. Not where they were going. Off of her dresser Siren picks up a pearl amulet that Becker had given her on their first even spent together without prying eyes."can I take this?" she held up the amulet as if Becker had never seen it.
"yeah" he said without even a tent of anger in his voice.
"Sally? Are you... are you alright?" Jeremy asked as the poison pumped throughout her body, making her spasm every once in a while."The pain is fading away now. All I feel is numbness. There's no need to worry about me," she said, her voice a mere whisper. Her fingers interlaced with his, and she gave a weak squeeze to reassure him that she was alright.
"I... I love you. I just want you to know that." His voice wavered, and he watched, horrified, as her eyes slowly closed.
He took deep breaths to calm himself. He had known this was going to happen. In fact, he was the one who had injected the poison. I did it for her own good, he reminded himself, Now they wont be able to capture her... to torture her.
And then he waited through the night. He waited for them to come, to ask where she was so he could reveal to them that the precious information that they had been looking for, that no one but Sally had obtained, was lost forever. He waited, but they never came.
((That was really random.))
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