Hello lovelies! Thought I would make a journal updating what's going on in my life.
First, I'm here to tell you all I had a great Christmas and I hope you all did as well! I got a bow and arrows, suspenders, a new speaker, and a hand me down 4th generation white iPod from my oldest brother
My favorite part was watching my family open the presents I got them; it was great because they all seemed to love the things I got and it was just really awesome. Love to spend time with family ^^I'm going to go out to a shooting range with my dad tomorrow with my bow, I just need to figure out what I'm going to name it. (Yes, I name inanimate objects!) And I have experience with archery luckily, just hoping I won't embarrass myself >.< Also, basketball season is coming up for me. I think I'm in shape; I just am nervous. Last year I almost got a concussion and my coach never gave me a break! D: Oh well~ gotta deal.
My friend Kat and I (she's not on deviantart) are FINALLY starting a collab we've been planning for the longest time
Unfortunately, I'm not sure if I'll post the chapters, but I may post some art of it. I'll most likely put up excerpts here and there, though.How have your holidays been?
Edit: Forgot to mention... the 31st of December is Kayden's birthday! Kayden is my most beloved character I've ever created... so I might draw something for him...
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EyesWhen I first saw her, the first thing that caught my eyes… were her own eyes.
They were gorgeous. Stunning, really. Deep brown, and yes, they were sad, full of wet tears that were just waiting to spill over her cheeks. But they showed something I had never seen before.
They made me feel something I had never experienced before.
I saw a girl full of fire. Fire that, if you tried to mess with it, would burn you down. I saw art. Creative, colorful, and free. I saw care. A person who would help anyone she loves at any cost, even if it meant anything at her own expense. Beauty. On the inside and out, so much beauty I thought it was a dream.
But most of all, I saw… emotion. So much emotion, so much, it even made
me feel something. I felt, for the first time, that I was alive, I felt, for the first time, my heart beat rapidly against my chest, I felt, that maybe I wasn't a monster, and for the first time I could feel real breath escape my mouth. I
She's Gone He just sat there.
And he waited.
One, two, three, four, and then five days went by, and he hardly moved. Every day I took a walk, every day I saw him, and every day he sat on an old crooked wooden bench, a bottle of booze in hand and a gloomy expression crossed his face.
The bench sat across my house, and most of the time when I peered out the blinds of my windows he was still there. Every once in a while he'd leave, which told me he was actually alive, but for the most part, he stayed planted on that unstable bench, and I'm pretty sure that the bottle of booze he held didn't actually have any booze in it.
Every time I looked at him, my mind was plagued with the question:
Who are you?
For some reason, I felt drawn to talk to him – he was interesting. Tan, tall, slim yet muscular with a moderate amount of freckles, he had light brown hair that was slightly messy and fell over his forehead. He even had facial hair, well – scruff, he obviously hadn't shaved in days, an
NaNoWriMo 2012 - TAS Chapter 1HUNTER
People are loud idiots; I wish they'd all just shut up and move on with their lives.
I come to this conclusion as I sit in class, staring at the front of the room blankly. My teacher, Ms. Lively (who isn't lively at all) is teaching us about something I like to call hell. Writing.
You put a comma here, a period there, add in a few capitals and semicolons and you're good to go! I guess. I can do with science, I can do with math, but reading and writing, well you might as well kill me.
Plus, my teacher sucks. The kids in my class suck. It smells like sewage in that classroom, which sucks.
It just all sucks.
When the bell rings for lunch, I don't go into the cafeteria. I stay in the classroom. Ms. Lively leaves and I'm the only one left, flicking a piece of paper dully across my desk. Then, someone walks in the room, and the day couldn't get worse.
The person I used to call my best friend, Tabby… she just won't go away. I know this from experience. She thinks tha
