So Long

Hello my dear friends. I know I said I'd post more here, but I'm actually switching to my other blog, "This is Everything". I'll be posting mainly there because for me, times have changed. :) God Bless Cookie

So this is just something that I wrote a few days back. Hope you like it! " My hands shake as I hold the paper in front of me. Arms tense and trying to not shake as much. Sweat drips down my neck and forehead which makes me even more hot and self-conscious. My face is pale even though lights blind me. Bright red curtains on each side don’t help me to focus either. My shirt feels ten times smaller, constricting my breath as I speak. I know I’m speaking but I don’t understand a word I say. All I can hear is a mumble of sound which must be my own voice. The only thing I can focus on are the eyes in the darkness staring me down, waiting for a mistake. If I do, they’ll tear me apart and put me to shame. The paper I hold has a bunch of writing which I don’t even know that it’s mine. I am coming towards the end but it feels like forever. Then I finish. I speak the last word, then, silence. That’s when I know I messed it all up. All the other kids that gave speeches got a standing ovation, but not me. No, I would never be cheered on for doing something that scared me to death. How could I be so foolish enough to think that I could have a chance at doing a good job? No one would ever say that I did a good job, because no one had the heart to lie to me. Even my own mother wouldn’t lie to me to make me feel better. All I want to do was curl up and die, never having to see this wretched world again. I would feel no more embarrassment, no more pain. That would take care of everything. Mrs. Granis came from the side of the stage; giving a half fake smile and excusing me. I practically ran off the stage. I feel auburn hair fall out from its loose bun onto my shoulders. On the left of me, a room that had a lock called out my name. Perfect, because no one could come and pity me like I was a four year old. I could hide and cry for as long as I wanted in peace. Opening and going into the room felt like water on a hot burn. Shutting the door and locking it felt like putting ice on the hot burn. My sister knocked on the door but I ignored it. Oh how I wish that I was a good speaker like my sister. She had the confidence and the beauty. When she spoke, everyone listened, no one disregarded her, and when she finished, everyone stood up and cheered. But that’s her. Not me. I sit there crying, my cheeks hot as I feel tears roll down. This is the day; I promise I will never, ever, speak on stage again." So yeah! Just a fun little thing.

Wow, I feel so bad because I haven't posted in so long Lol... I'm thinking about posting stuff from my writing class. So you'll probably see some posts soon :)

One Hope

So there is this girl who was taken as a child and she lived in an attic. She loses her leg up to her knee from a car accident and she has chronic migraines. When she thinks all is lost, she finds a book. A very special looking book at an old bookstore. It tells of a flood and a boy defeating a giant. The story of a man loving his people so much that he died for them. But she doesn't have any money to buy it. So she saves up by doing all the work she can find. Which was hard for her because of the migraines and her knee, which she did not have a prosthesis. As soon as she has the money, it gets stolen. And that's when the story begins... a story of a girl finding beloved grace

The land of obscurity

well title almost says it all. A world where normal is weird and weird is normal. for example:

"I fear that I am in a weird place." Rosa said to the block master.

"Well are you feeling normal?" Mr. Block replied.

"Why certainly I am not sick!" She said indignantly.

"Well then you're not in a weird place. For in this world, normal is weird and weird is normal. So if you're weird and this is weird, then you're in a normal place. When someone is sick, they are weird." A man in yellow said.

"I'm afraid I don't understand" She said.

"Oh dear we have a horrible case here. Since I will be working with you, the proper to do is tell you my name. That is my name." The block master said in a strange way.

"What is your name?" Rosa said very confused. Everything everyone was saying made no sense at all.

"oh no, no, no, that's my brother. It is My Name" He replied.

Rosa was very muddled by this but, she dismissed her worrying. For it was giving her a headache, a very unpleasant headache. "Oh dear me, I got a headache" She said.

"Who gave it to you? I hear headaches are quite popular." The man in the red top hat said in a very curious way.

"Oh no, they aren't given" Rosa said.

"why of course, everything is given one way or another. Anyways, if you follow into the closet of consciousness." Mr. top hat said.

Everything was so strange here. When she tried to think logically, it was useless. So forth, she stopped trying to think.

first idea

so i was think about having mice that live in tea pots and there evil nemesis is the rat bombark. any comments?

Cookie

welcome!

hey this is where i post writing ideas and you give me comments. i adore writing

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