On Creative Writing, Art, and Lifestyle
A small make of beauty, propped up on a pedestal, Staring at nothing, not happy, no smile. No one is watching but a little boy, cranking it up so it click, click, clicks. A mouse scurries into his hole, upsetting the dust in the corner and sending a cobweb waving like a sail. The child …
Beautif'lly, the girl in the water, she peers up through the mirk. "Oh, pretty girl, where come you from to end up where you lurk?" I wave my hand, and she waves back, her smile matches mine. And from my seat up'on the turf, I see she fairs not fine. Like me she suffers trials …
Why can’t tears wash away sadness? What gain is there by mourning? If we live only for our lives to be stolen away, why do we live at all? The sun has not cared for us, it scorches with a beauty that blinds; it cannot thaw the icy hearts that break our hearts of stone. …
I had a dream once when I was around eight or nine years old that has not escaped my memory. In my dream, I am running from a tiger through tall grasses. It must have been in India. I cannot see anything before me but grass, nothing above be but grass; and when I look …
My life has become an endless dance with Fate I bow and she curtsies, her smile is somewhat mischievous Then, with a cold hand, she takes my arm I try to lead, as it is proper I should, but her grip is strong and she twirls beyond my control She spins faster and faster and …
From you, love, I take my leave. I take my heart back and bandage its bleeding wounds. Your face was wrought with pain and though I knew it was a torturous death to which I had sentenced you, my lie was stronger, because it held the truth of my family. I chose for you not …
Was it too much to say that I loved you? Did it really cause you harm? Was it too much to say that I needed you, Before I was ripped from your arms? But, if your grip had been ever tighter, Maybe I would have been spared. But, now that my heart is bleeding, bleeding, …
He had light green eyes and was dark and curious, like a cat forever exploring new corners and testing old rules. Her hair was burnt auburn and her eyes glowed a fiery cognac, staring suspiciously from her freckled face as she created mischief she would never account for. He hid his strength; and that he …
Ever read a great book about dragons and knights and magic and thought to yourself, "I want to write a story like this one"? This is quite a common thought among the teenage population. Many of them are The Lord of the Rings fans, fascinated with the world Tolkien created and inspired to make one …
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Thinking of becoming a writer? Even if you already are one, sometimes it's useful to go back to the basics to make sure you are doing all you can to be successful. Below is a list I made up of 10 tips that, as a writer, have helped me tremendously. Hope this helps you too! …
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