Ohkay =]
I've decided to do this again
( It's kinda hard to write form my blog while on paper
Or, in a book
Cuz I'm used to just writing
Especially doing the emotes
As they'd not be vertically placed
And' it's sexier that way
ALSO the pen I wrote with
Made my handwriting look awesome! D:
Kinda reminded me of my aunt's handwriting
Cuz she's a leftie ( or lefty however it spells )
And she writes like it's a font
Almost like calligraphy
IN FACT
JUST LIKE Calligraphy
She should make a font!!
Yesterday
My day was indeed awesome
And I knew that I'd previously mentioned it
But I ...
I was just too tired
So I had to make it short
Sot that I could tun to bed
Cuz
I knew my life would be happier
If I'd let or allowed my bed to caress me in its
Undying warmth and comfort
Wait... wasn't I still in brackets?)
There :3
I'm surprised that I never closed them =\
Thought I did too =\
Hmm...
I want a pet cat D:
I had a kitty
His name was Kyo
Sigh...
He was so KAWAII
He'd want to stay on my shoulder if he wanted to sleep
And
While I laid he'd be near me
I need a new one
What hppened to him?
He was eated
the reason why I randomly remembered him was cuz
I was at my mom's office
And they kinda have a cat
Who looks like Kyo
And they were all being nice to him
I was jealous x.x!
Omg tomorrow is Friday
Which means that school begins soon
So...
I can't sleep however I so desire
Speaking of desires
Laina and I are writing a very short story
With very short chapters
We call it "Things..."
We're already on "Book Two"
And I say " 'Book Two' "
Because it is (the first one)
Just 5 short chapters
In fact
The chapters are so short
That
Putting them all together
Will not be enough
To fill up one page
Of a normal novel
They's maybe only fill up
At most
Half of the first page
Speaking of stories
There was this short story I'd written
It was called "Already Home"
It "IS" called I mean =)
Cuz I've still got it
I loved it
Enjoyed writing it
Enjoyed watching people read it
Idk why I called it
"Already Home" really...
I'd just named it after a kool song I listen to
Not at random, no
But the word "home" shares part of the main idea in the story
I'm not too sure about the
"Already" aspect of the title
And how readily it one will see its connection to the general story idea
However, at the time
I couldn't really think cuz
The story was for an assignment
And I believe that
I'ts written it the night before I had to hand it in
On top of that
I'd other pieces to put together
For the completed project
Ended up receiving 100% overall :D!
The moral of this story:
"Procrastination Makes Perfect"
I think I'll post both the song and the story
I need to know if the name suit it
Cuz the name isn't set in stone
Amy
glanced down at the piece of paper in her hand.
It was crumpled and tattered and worn out from all the unwrapping and
re-wrapping. As you focused away from
the faded words on it, the edges seemed to blacken; it had been burnt.
“This
is it,” she muttered quietly to herself as she stalked toward the large black
gate before her. Then she staggered
backward, shading her eyes after looking up.
The afternoon sun had hit it at just the right angle so it reflected
into her hazelnut eyes. Observing it
closely, there was a little plaque screwed onto the gate to assist with the
identification of the address. Her paper
matched perfectly. She entered the fenced property through a small opening that
only she knew about. It had been in the same position for two years she
recalled. She made her way up.
Behind
the gate led a stone path large enough to fit an SUV. Framed with flower beds of roses and tulips,
the path snaked on awhile before splitting into a larger and smaller one. One of which led to a garage and the other on
to the great mahogany door of a mansion fit for a queen.
A
queen…
Amy’s
mind came across her appearance compared to the ones who lived inside. There was a small but noticeable stain on the
breast of her shirt which seemed as if it had not been washed from the time
she’d gotten it. Her skirt bore a large
split exposing her frail-looking thighs. The shaggy looking sandal which clung
to her right foot was barely held in place by two taut but thin pieces of rope
crossed over in an “X” shape. Whereas
underneath the flip-flop on the other foot, was a hole the size of a golf
ball. These she’d found just to help
ease the pain of pressing her blistered feet against the hot summer’s
pavement. Then a thin but flaky layer of
filth hid her once beautiful mocha coloured skin. And her head, once shielded
from the pounding ultra-violet rays of the sun by her thick brown locks, was
shaved.
The
bitter memory of the past made her eyes sting and she was blinded by the tears
filling her eyes. She remembered the
pain he had caused her when he took her from her beloved parents and had her
captive for 2 years. Those two long and agonizing years felt like an eternity,
until she escaped.
The
last night he’d held her in his basement, he’d almost killed her but she had
been too quick for him, despite the fact that she had not eaten for the week
before. And when he had reached for his
knife she pushed him with all the might she could muster into the fire he had
made to burn the possessions he’d never known that she had kept for all the
years he used and abused her. While he’d been screaming in pain, she made her
exit, not looking back…
But
now wasn’t the time for this bitter memory to haunt her aching head, this was a
happy moment. She was…
Clang! The chrome garage door made a sound as it
opened up and a slick black Honda Civic backed out of the garage and down the
driveway. It was them. She clenched the paper. Then without thinking she carelessly ran up
the driveway anxious to see them again. Suddenly she felt a sharp pain before
falling to the ground in tears.
The
tall strapping man, well dressed in a dark tuxedo, along with his wife dressed
fully in white, came from the vehicle after coming to an abrupt stop.
“What
was that?” The loud boom escaped from his throat.
“I
don’t…” the woman in white began, but stopped after seeing a small figure on
the floor. The two raced to the
child.
“Amy?!”
the woman cried out after almost immediately recognizing her daughter, her only
child. The man pulled out his cell phone
as quickly as he could to call for help.
The white lady fell to her knees to embrace the girl, kissing her face,
head, and arms. “It’s gonna be ok my love…” she tried to make it seem.
But,
before falling lifeless in her mother’s arms she whimpered, “It’s been so long,
mother”.
Oh Speaking of mothers
We're gonna have a family outing tomorrow ^^
Going to the Sulphur Spa ;D!
Hmm long post tonight
Think I should continue?
Pft!
If you bothered reading up to here
You shouldn't care how long I stay
So I can stay for as long as I please
Also
Although I write for the pleasure of others
You couldn't stop me even if you wanted to
Ah yes
Logic FTW! =] ♥
Some things
Are better left
Unsaid
Cuz you never know
What things
Can words B]
-dramatic look off into distance as the wind blows-
iFly♥
.{CrookedWings}.
