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Write a Paragraph
oh yeah! Like in my creative writing class, we have a certain genre, and then we have to write a 50 word snapshot that go with that genre. So basically a paragraph.
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The words aroused emotions bittersweet. How she had longed for him to say them! How many times had she desperately wished they were true? But not here. Not in this way. Not hard on the heels of her shame.
umm...you can be inspired by it...but it's kind of in the book I'm writing. XDD
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I pull my hair off my neck, and let the sweat droplet run down my back. It is too hot, far too hot, to be out here. That's why it's the safest place to meet. Only on days like today are we safe from discovery. Luckily, there have been quite a few days like today recently. I lean back against the tree and sigh. Why must everything be so hard? I wish it was allowed to be. But it never, ever can be... never, ever.
Paige wrote: "I pull my hair off my neck, and let the sweat droplet run down my back. It is too hot, far too hot, to be out here. That's why it's the safest place to meet. Only on days like today are we safe fro..."it sounds like a forbidden romance! XD
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Paige wrote: "that's what it was supposed to be. :D"yay. XD
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I laugh gratefully as she does not back away, as she does not scream insults at me from afar.No, no, instead she stays and says I like you as you are.
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((haha, yes I do. It actually rhymes twice. Sometimes I'm cursed with being lyrical :P I can't stop myself))
The numbers weren't making sense. The numbers always made sense. I pulled at my eyebrow. I screwed my eyes shut, trying to make my brain focus. This had never happened before – all these numbers and figures zooming around in my head, blocking each other and connecting with each other, but never long enough for me to catch them, to make them stay put. Algorithms were fighting to be the one chosen, screaming at me to use them not the others. Why wouldn't they cooperate? Why wasn't my mind forcing them apart, making them work? Why couldn't I get rid of this nagging feeling that I was missing something? The numbers weren't making sense. The numbers always made sense. I threw my head back with an angry growl. Something was terribly wrong.
I faced the alleyway, then turned the other way. I had to get out of here. I could fight, if need be, but better to run. So I took off running, but soon came to a dead end. Shoot! I turned around to face my pursuer. He was obviously drunk. "Where you going, beautiful?" he asked, the words slurred.
"Oh, nowhere!" I replied. Then I kicked him in the fork of the legs, hit him over the head with my purse, and ran off. I hate New York.
she had always been a little crazy. it was expecially evident when she was little. everyone would always laugh at her seemingly humorous admonition when she warned them of her insanity. they never understood. it's not that she was really crazy, mind you. crazy was all an act. she had complete control over her frequent lapses in consistent personality now. sure, she slipped a few times, and had fequently gotten the look that said it all: maybe she's crazy after all.
it was hilarious watching the expressions on the faces ofrandom strangers when they realized this.
Love is a trickster, yes. He sneaks up on you slowly and carefully, and wraps his arms around you when you least expect it. And by the time the shock wears off and you're actually starting to enjoy the crook of his arms, the boy drops you like a hot rock. And very, very suddenly you find yourself wondering what the hell just happened.
haha. *pokes* You're welcome to use that one. lol
haha, yeah. Just mention it on your "I would like to thank..." page when it's published. ^_^
Kjersti but you can call me Captain wrote: "Love is a trickster, yes. He sneaks up on you slowly and carefully, and wraps his arms around you when you least expect it. And by the time the shock wears off and you're actually starting to enjoy..."I really like that! Can i use it too?
um, yeah, but if you do make sure you won't be mucking around with anything Michelle is doing. >< I'd hate to be the cause of a big copyright infringement suit five years from now. Also, the dedication page rule applies to you too. XDD
LOL! I would use it in one of my stories, so no worries. I get the Acknowledgments thing, that's fine. :D
I was so annoyed!Not at my sister of course because I loved her, but at life. Why did everything go so wrong? I needed a distraction! Then a bleep noise came from my computer I looked up to see what Skye-my sister-had written. So can we talk about something that doesn't make me want to pull these sicissors out of my drawer and cut myself?,appeared on the screen in the tiny chat box. That was it! I noticed a ripped peice of paper sitting on my desk and picked it up running it across my wrist.At first it didn't cut but it did hurt,so I thought I was getting somewhere.I ran The sheet of paper across my wrist several more times and finally got a streak of pain on the top of my wirst. It hurt but very little, just enough to take my mind off everything else. I watched in fasination as a red cut appeared on my wrist.
*looks at hoodiemon curiously*Okay first of all, do you cut?
And second of all, do you know how friggin' hard it is to intentionally paper cut yourself?
yes. And yes I just didn't bother writing the extra sentence and a half about the frustration of trying to cut yourself
*relents* Okay.
I did only sometimes when I'm really frustrated or REALLLY SUPER INTENSLY BORED
Haha, well, thanks, I guess, I was just wondering, really, if you knew.You might be interested in reading a story I'm writing...I hesitate to say that, but you're welcome to check it out. The link is in my writing folder.
wow makes me think of jake's' reaction if he found out I was cutting myself.
hmmm? Oh, did you read it?
He stays to the left of her mangled body, her lips are cold, her eyes..lifeless. Daniel bends down and touches her still soft brown hair. One single tear falls from his right green eye, the tear falls to the floor and hits Claire's cold dead cheek. Daniel than turns around to leave, but silently Claire whispered "Don't leave me, please." Daniel slowly makes his way towards Claire's heartless body, he is standing over her body once again, than he bends down, sits, than lays down next to her. Head to Head he closes his eyes, wishing he could rewind to time.....
"Your wish is granted."
wow... intense. I looked out the window, and saw a shape coming up through the woods, toward my driveway. Who could that be? Who ever visited me anymore? I watched as the figure got out of the red truck. I knew that shape. Wait. NO! It couldn't be. Couldn't be. Impossible. But it was.
Shane climbed out of his truck and started up the drive.
And my heart fell out of my chest and shattered against the floor.
Wow! I LOVE that last sentence! And my heart fell out of my chest and shattered against the floor. Beautiful!
Insanity was a fickle thing with her. Sometimes it was there, sometimes it wasn't. But it always seemed to appear at the worst moments."Will you marry me?"
"Blejedaoiojadk;jadlj"
Apparently that wasn't his wanted reaction. Love seemed to do that to her.
Now, take that paragraph, and put it somewhere else, maybe in a notebook or in a file on your computer, and add on to it, or keep it for inspiration. I have found that just writing a paragraph can be extraordinarly helpful when you are entirely stuck.