How To Master Writing
To master the art of writing, You must learn to be exciting. Not just be talking from your point of view, Put yourself in someone else's shoes.
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To master the art of writing, You must learn to be exciting. Not just be talking from your point of view, Put yourself in someone else's shoes.
Just a little teaser of the next part ;) Part 6 •-•-•-•-•-• "Imogen. Come on Imogen, wake up" says a muffled voice that makes my hair tickle my cheek.
#colourchallenge I looked at my partner, To see him breaking down, Eyes not a strong hazel no more, His face always in a frown.
Roses are red, violets are blue. Kik Messenger is sweet, just like you.
"In life, we should not highlight one mistake made by other people, yet think of 9 other good things they did to us" -love you Dad.
A/N: This is the last chapter but don't worry I will be back with another TVD story soon. :) I hope you have enjoyed this xx Chapter 8: Every since spring break, nothing big has happened.
Finally. I know a few people liked the first part, especially you, @Azmeril . I have had a serious case of writers block recently but I have managed to get back on track and write you this second...
What I've eaten over the past few days...
Woo. No lessons tomorrow. Woo HOO. I have a rehearsal all day but sad thing is I miss food tech so I can't make cupcakes!. :( oh well I'll make 'em at home. Hope you guys are all well and that's me!.
Submarines. Can't find me. Submarines. ~ the lumineers ~.
Flo Andre observed our classes, He watched our fighting style. He saw our gifts and he quizzed us on history. By the end of the two weeks we where nervous.
Happy. It's a good feeling..
look up the meaning of Identity and it will say its a sense of self.
Alan Carr is the most hilarious man I've ever watched. I can't get enough of his shows!!.
You pull me closer,. Wiping my tears away,. I entangle my hands in yours,. Only wishing we could stay,. Stay for another hour,. A minute,. No less,. Never leave your side,.
04/12/12 It's been a while since I updated my blog. I don't really remember where I've been for the past week.
Head banging,. Ears ringing,. Cough raging,. Eyes stinging,. Stomach bubbling,. Bones aching,. Eyes drooping,. Sleep overtaking,. Nose running,. Throat drying,. Neck hurting,. Feel like dying,.
Once we got a room we were so tired that we want straight to bed. I didn't dream at all so it was a rather peaceful sleep. I was awoken by the lovely ray of sunlight leaking through the window.
This is the story I have used for my GCSE Coursework: Narrative Writing. In a field of white, with nothing but a single set of footprints marring the sparkling blanket, was a young boy.
Part 5 •.•.•.•.•.• "I'm sorry. I didn't know that your his sister. He did mention siblings, Imogen, Peter and Johnny. But I didn't know it was you." Mr Thorn apologised, "Look it's fine.
#adventchallenge. Silver and gold tinsel. Coloured lights galore. Boughs of holly and mistletoe. Decorate the halls. A warm glow and the smell of ale. Permeates the air.
I love to write and read I hate to scream I love an iPod Especially opcuss.
So, for the first time in my life; Egypt calling, Africa, desert bound, In the Red Sea, snorkelling, Paradise found. You know the one thing I will miss.
Part 4 - Winter "I've just had enough, I hate it..." His voice said softly behind his tears. It was all I could do to hold him, gently yet firmly against my chest.