The Art of Life

So, Probably by the Title you guessed that this is a sort-of different post. Yeah. It is. But it has a bit of a backstory, so bare with me: This morning, at around Five AM I woke up with something stuck in my head, but it wasn't a song lyric I knew, I don't remember what it was /exactly,/ but it was something like: "Ahead of me is a new blank canvas." So, like any other sane human being, I spent a load of time today writing it into a song, with hints of one of my new stories I'm going to write; Entropy. I honestly tried to do a recording of me singing it, but I couldn't get it right, so these are the lyrics: Boy Girl Both Verse 1. “Ahead of me is a new blank canvas” “Just like the one I've seen so many times” “Can't they come up with something new?” “Oh great they took her away from me.” Verse 2. “You were always right there next to me” “Even if you weren't alongside me” “You once said you'd grind me to a pulp” “But now I d

Hey Guys! So, you know how I've talk a /lot/ about my WIP Seasons? Now, you can go read it on google drive! Here's the link! Sorry that the post's so short, but I promise there's a post coming up soon, so stick around for that! -Ral

I saw Gray Marie's post and convinced my brother  to read it. And I loved it. <3 It's so sad. Humanity is changing for the worse, and we must try to change it back. There should be no discrimination, no sexism or racism.* There should be nothing of the sort. And that's were we come in. I honestly don't have much to write about, other than the fact that I'm letting you know I'm joining, and I encourage you to do it to. No to inappropriate themes. No to Abuse. No to swear words. No to over-the-top violence or sexual themes. It's time to stop writing this.. rubbish. And it's time to stop /now/. (I mean, look at Twilight! Sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I haven't actually read the books, but I don't plan to.) Sorry this is such a short post, but there's not much else to add. Gray Marie sums it up pretty well on her post. All 'o you should go check it out! (If you want to, I mean...) Also, just a quick note: My

There was once a little girl, and her brother and parents. Her story, or, most of it, started this February. Since, her Grandfather was in hospital, and her uncle was going to work on her house, they went and stayed with their aunt. The district of the hospital that her Grandfather was in decided there was nothing they could do for him in the district that he was in, so they just left him. Luckily, the Girl's Father was a nurse, so he was able to push them to do more, but it was too late. He died late February. A couple of days earlier, the Mother received word from her brother that her Father'd had a stroke. He died, just four days before the other Granddad died. Then, the Company that the Father was working for had to close down, so he was left with no opportunity other than to go to the hospital, seven hours away from where they lived. It was hard for him to find a place to live, but he managed to find a place, but it would only fit him. The other family members had to

So, I was doing something called a 'Friday Free-write' and thought it'd be an awesome thing to share with you guys, bear with me until the end. I've got a challenge for you. So, What /is/ this strange thing called 'friday free-writes'? Well, it's basically were you just write for 10 minutes, not worrying about spelling or grammar on a certain (often strange) topic you were given. I'm going to give you an example of some I did, but bear with me, as I often muck around on the page before we start :D ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Topic: If you had to choose between living in a world were it's always winter OR always living in a steaming hot summmer where would you live? ARE. WE. READY!???????????????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! yes THEN. LET'S. STARRRRRRRRRRRRRRT! no ._. (I started here) Well, I'm going to start by waying up the pros and cons of each, starting with winter. Cons:

Even though you're far, I always know where you are. You always held me near, I know to you I'm dear. I always know I'm loved, and you to me are beloved. I'm so sorry I haven't done a Father's day post yet, and it's a week later after. I love you, Dad, and I know even though we aren't together at the moment, I know we'll be together again soon. I love you, and I am dreadfully sorry that I haven't done a post since now. I love you, and even though it's hard, I know we can get through it, if we keep believing. Love, Your little Lamb girl :)

I should have seen this coming. But I somehow didn't. Huh. Rules: No tagging back (I'm ignoring this one... >:D Kendra, we are going to war with these tags >:P) tag four people (I'll tag five cos I'm ignoring the top one >:D) thank the person who tagged you  (Done dat) So anyway. On with the Questions! Bring it on! What do you do to calm down when you’re stressed? Um.. Stressed in general or in writing or..? I'm just gonna go with in general. I usually hug people until I feel calmer (It's true, don't judge) Do you quote books or movies most? To be honest? Neither. I don't really quote books or movies. It'd be fun, but I honestly don't know that many quotes. One funny line from your WIP. *Cracks Knuckles* I'll throw a couple at ya and let me know which one is your favourite. Snippit one: Spring, for once, was speechless. She could usually keep a conversation up all by herself, and a

Okay, so. I saw this and thought it'd do it, as I thought it'd be amazingly fun, so here it is, Indigo! :D (And yes, I know that was fast XD) Hallow, Imaginator. “Goodbye Mum!” “Goodbye, Dear!” My name's Hallow, though I wish people would call me 'The Imaginator'. I think that'd be so cool! I have pale, blonde hair and eyes of the same colour. I'm twelve years of age. I stepped out of the door, my breath creating plumes of water vapour in the cold, winter air. First thing you need to know is that I can imagine the craziest of things. I headed to school. I saw something on the ground, and I picked it up. It was a USB Drive. “If you know what's good for you, you'll hand that thumb drive over.” A voice said, and I turned around. He looked like an FBI agent. He held a gun which was pointed at my neck. “No, hand it to me.” Another voice said. I turned around and saw someone who looked exactly the same as the man before did. “How

Hello? Hello? Is this thing working? Of course it is, Custard!  You can never be too sure. Um, people can hear our conversation, remember? Oh, that's right. Hello, strange humans. I am Chocolate, and this is Custard. Humph, I was never one for greetings. *Sighs* Custard, we're /finally/ gonna see other guinea pigs and /this/ is how you greet them!? Humph *Sighs once more* We're recording our voice on the strange human's small device. I think she calls it an MP3 player. I'm uploading a picture of us now. I think it worked. I'm on the right, Custard's on the left. I still can't believe we managed to steal her MP3 player. It's amazing. Anyway, if you want to hear from us again soon, leave five comments below, and we'll be back I promise. Goodbye! Humph.

So, I was all happy and excited, because I'd just gotten a wordpress account and was stalk- I mean, reading Kendra Lynne 's posts, when I saw this . 😲 I just got the account /today/. *Sighs and picks up pencil* I.. technically /did/ sign up for this.. Oh well.  Rules: Thank the person who tagged you. Make a picture for the tag-post. Tag three people.  So, Thanks Kendra! 😃  1- How do you decide what a character will look like in your stories? Hmm.. I don't really. I just think about their character, what role they're meant to play, and sort-of do it off that. I'll give an example: One of my characters, Dominic, has been searching for 13 years to find someone. He's a vampire, the son of Dracula. He's a bit harsh at the beginning. He has never really liked his parents, and the feeling is mutual. I can't /really/ describe clothes, but he has tangled, uneven and wild hair, red eyes he keeps an umbrella with him at all times, as