Heyy I'm currently a student who likes to write and ramble and I love writing my novel about kitchen appliance ninjas with Bethan my awesome co- writer
Skeleton finger's play. On ivory so fine. Night turns into day. She hasn't much time. The sun rises up. Her ghostly form begins to fade. She sits up . Trying to finish the tune she's played.
Never stop believing in yourself.
Never forget who you are. You are your own person and are special in your own unique way. Let no one tell you otherwise ..
Next time you can get back into the kitchen and make your own sandwich.
Use things not people.
Life is an empty box which you fill.
Alone. Cold. Scared. The darkness hangs on every surface covering it with a soft blanket of uncertainty . The tension that builds up in the air is palpable. You're blind. Alone and blind .
My life is like a winding road, With different things behind each bend , It's full of twists and turns, And feels like it will never end.
A small child sings a mournful song, It carries with the wind and joins the throng, Why must one so young sing an adults chorus?.