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After re-reading this-I decided it wasn't a great start off to a long journey. It lacked punch. There was only a hint of spice-it was missing a lot. So I did a little research and decided to look up some methods of beginning a novel. I was struck with some good luck and found Uncle Orson's Writing Class (Orson Scott Card who wrote ( Read more... )

Full Summary: Piece Ryder has never been a man of words, but the few he's shared have been a blunt mess of tears. Thus, he's quite the loner, but after reading a definition he finds his life has changed. Things have depth-people aren't the simple 2D beings he thought they were. People had meaning. He comes across a man named Seven. Seven is... ( Read more... )

Painting silver daggers,

You take them up on their weapons,

Smoke and fires make it better,

Travel, spin, you be steppin’,

Rain, acid, pain,

Slip and fall,

Damn, it’s the same,

Damn it all.

Take your grass and go run,

Twisting and turning I find I’m lost,

In the beginning fun was fun,

Now it’s all exhaust.

Sniffing, smelling, breathing and dying,

There’s ( Read more... )

Sniff.

The air smells neon with powder, traces of sanity splitting the elements in the room, swirling everywhere. I don’t understand what I’m doing, but there’s line after white line bleeding through my skin, kissing my insides with ease, burning my stomach and rimming my mind.

I exhale. I breathe. I suffocate.

My eyes close and open again, half ( Read more... )

Heavy breathing.

It’s all I can hear.

I wince as I try to drag myself from the cool floor beneath me. What happened to me?

I’m far too tired to open my eyes or even speak. I had never thought these things would ever require so much energy in my life-but now I’m struggling to breathe? This doesn’t make sense. This has to be a mistake. It simply doesn’t ( Read more... )

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe he’d come back. Despite this, Sion grimaced at his nativity, he knew perfectly well Nezumi couldn’t be tied down-but he also knew that Nezumi kept his promises. It was how long he’d wait for that promise to be fulfilled that he was worried about.

Sion sighed and sat himself down onto the mountain of dirt that was ( Read more... )

Watching them.

Eyes wandering to the all too familiar figure of my brother, I try and reach out to him. I decide not to. I’d rather not deal with the other people-the flies fluttering about behind him, arms tangled around his in a clingy, patheticembrace.

I’m irritated.

That’s my brother.

Who’s all that I have.

Selfish, selfish little girls who ( Read more... )

“He’s coming!” I insisted, cheeks puffing out in a childish pout, “Just shut up and leave me alone!” I hissed, stomping off toward the door outside, where we were specifically told not to wait.

Soon after, through the tripping, clumsy steps of a child I heard a violent screech of sobbing from the person I addressed. Hmph. It was their fault! Not ( Read more... )

t was simply a fact, I decided as I threw out the trash.

I couldn’t help it.

I took one longing glance to burn the horrible things into my memory.

The delicate strokes, each of them painting a pretty picture in and out of itself, made me angry. I wanted to create beautiful things like that. I wanted to be that good. But… somehow, I never could.

I ( Read more... )

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