On Creative Writing, Art, and Lifestyle
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 …
Hey, it's a beautiful day, take it outside! You saw the sun, how it's sayin' 'Hello,' Come down to the beach, feel the sand in your toes, Or just come down for the ride! Oh, say Aloha! Oh, say Hello-a! Hey, get your bathing suit on, set up the umbrella, Hurry up now and lay …
"Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it's not because they enjoy solitude. It's because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them." - Jodi Picoult, My Sister's Keeper Are you lonely? I don't meet in solitude, because solitude is a …
"You're beautiful." And yet, as I stood staring at the girl in the mirror, I wondered if that were really true. Blond curls, ocean-blue eyes, sure she was pretty. But was she really beautiful? I wasn't convinced. Then I thought to myself, What if she was? What would it take for her to be beautiful? I played …
It's a beautiful life, don't waste it. It's a wonderful world, just taste it. It's a magical moment, please hold it. The future is yours to mold it. Close your eyes and take a breath. Keep believing till your death. I'll be there by your side, So just hold on for the ride. Your hopes …
I remember the day I started my first journal. I was ten-years-old. As I opened it up to the first page, a hundred thoughts and expectations ran through my mind of all the adventures I would write about throughout my life. This would be my story. The story of my life. Once, while I was …
I sit outside in our backyard. The fire has already been lit and is chuckling softly to itself. The back of my chair tilts back a little, so I can look up at the sky. There is a quiet conversation going on beside me, but I am silent. I was thinking of you when I …
The notebook is open, the pen, poised in hand, The floodgates of thought thrust wide. I could write about heroes in some distant land, of maidens and dragons and magic--oh and! But my thoughts have gone down with the tide. "What are you writing," she asks with a smile. "Oh, nothing," I say with …
Somewhere down the road, there will be a future me, a new me. I hope I will have changed to be better, grown to be stronger, and learned to see the world as it really is. And I hope that when I see something wrong, that I don't stand and watch. When bad things happen, …
That night when I crept into bed I did not want to go Not to be quiet with these thoughts in my head Thoughts that only in the darkness would show... Sometimes I wish that, instead of sleeping, I could just wander around in the dark, letting myself dream while staying fully conscious. It is …
The Dragonfly Net 