I'm just another one of those people...
I know that I haven't been active on here recently, but as all good writers know, it takes time. I can't exactly magic a poem or a story out of thin air, it takes time, and it takes thought.
I've started a war poetry topic in my english lessons, this is just a little something inspired by the lesson we had today.Do enjoy!-L It doesn't matter who I am or where I am from, I am a soldier,...
Okay, so after mulitple friends nagging me to see the Hunger Games, I kind of gave in. It didn't really look like something I would watch, and the books that come before films are usually better.
To go with my Winter poem, I have a Summer one, anybody wishing it could just be Summer now?.
The remainding few had just left, following the grieving family back to their home. This left the boy by himself in the cemetary.
I sat there, just staring out the window. I had gotten up specially for this, so I'd be prepared and wouldn't have to rush about in a panic. Well, the inevitable was soon to come, and the clock knew.
As we leave the winter behind, I've written a little something to remind us about what the very best parts are about.
Well my dear friends, I must now retire as I have this thing called 'School' in the morning. The start of term and a science exam awaits me, bit harsh of it to be the first day back.
One thing leads to another, Then there's nothing left to say, Will I ever recover, To see the light of day. What's the use of praying, To he who weilds the sword.
Hello to all those strangers out there. First off, I'd just like to say that whatever posts my hands manage to write, they will probably be one of three things.