This is just a bit of "poetry" I wrote to get my mind working for an annoying research paper that I'm struggling with. Sometimes, writing a quick creative fiction piece helps me out.
Another day that starts in the usual way
staring at the bright screen, waiting and hoping
another moment of genius will occur. The waiting,
the fighting to put words on a page and struggling
for something potent
Updated 05-02-2013 at 03:27 AM by Nyamh
A friend. One for the ages
‘Fore I cared. ‘Fore I dared.
Please, is this something I should wear?
On my sleeve. On my heart. In my eyes. On the page.
For all to see. For all to hear. For all to know.
How should I treat you? Will you disappear if I just blow?
Like that, one for the memory to habitually stage.
Laying out each moment, each minute second to idolize.
Please. Is this something I should dare to wear
Updated 04-18-2013 at 06:08 AM by Nyamh
I'm sitting on the couch with my legs resting on the ottoman in front of me. Two little dogs cuddle with me, one at my side and one on my legs. The sun filters through the blinds in a gentle way, no rays pierce my eyes, but instead the light infuses the room with a calming light. The only noises I hear are the hum of the refrigerator and the slight breathing of the puppy on my legs.
Papers and books and assignments are strewn all around me, and my backpack is fat with homework. Family and
Life took hold and wouldn't let me go. I've finally been suddenly freed from its grasp to shout and gasp a hey.
It's been long time :) I've been going to a community college for my Associates, but now I'll be going to a University in the capital. Life is about to get extra crazy, way more than crazy but more like an epic adventure type mixed with unbelievable events that'll probably gallop and flourish in my subconscious only to be remembered 5 years down the road.
Today is one of those days that I don't want to do anything that I normally do. I especially don't feel like writing... which is exactly why I'm writing right now. I will never improve if I follow my cranky urges. If I truly want to be a writer, then I better darn well write.
So. What kind of story should I write next? I'm totally stuck at the moment. I'm in the process of character sketching a couple different stories but they're turning out to be way more complicated and messy
This is a story I wrote the other day for class. It's a storybook for children and should be accompanied with pictures, so I had to make sure not to go overboard with descriptions. It's just a draft, so I'm still making changes and making it better, but here it is so far :)
Once upon a time there was a fairy boy who played beautiful music with his violin. Everyone in the fairy world knew of him, and all found joy in hearing him play. The only fairy in all of fairy world who