Really? Ok let me see I'll give you guys an example of my ability. ~~~~~~~~Essence~~~~~~~~~~ From the essence of life and far, when we cannot understand. I may be a fool, but life is too cruel, To know the meaning of someone like you. ~By Toxic
GOD I LOVE CHATTING WITH YOU GUISE IT'S LIKE DELICIOUS. WE NEED LIKE GROUP CHATS. SO CUTE. AND I WANT TO EAT YOU--ahem- sorry about that. Lost my proper-mess for a second there. '^^
Mhmm. I've been in a bit of a creative stupor lately with story ideas. This just came to me tonight, so I decided to roll with it. It's nice too, I like attempting new genres. I've started a horror short story but I find it difficult to capture fear. Hopefully I'm able to better capture emotion in this story!
Oh wow. That was beautiful Toxic. I can feel the whole love energy just from reading it. And Elysie, I wish we could!
Nice poetry Toxic! I enjoy reading poems. And Elysie, it's nice to have a conversation like this. I haven't posted anything new here lately so it's refreshing.
I'll have to check it out! I haven't had much time to read or write lately, just what I've commented on recently. I look forward to reading more stories, and hopefully learning a few things from the other authors here.
You already know my opinion xD we'll see how it carries on from here. I'm still not sure how it will work, (them "darkies" and all ._.) anywho, I might come on from time to time to read .-.
Update at 3:30 AM? It's not going to turn out well at all. Oh well. Time to learn a bit about the protagonist! Hope you all enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dear Diary(June 6, 2017), Due to the fact that you're my new best friend, I feel the need to tell you about myself a bit. My physical appearance is far from anything to compliment. My chocolate brown hair is forced to remain a short, boyish hairstyle in order to evade the lustful eyes of the pirates, thieves, and thugs. Honestly, the idea of the pain their evil souls could inflict on me causes my hand to shake as I write this. No matter how much I try, sometimes I cannot maintain my composure. After my father's... Unfortunate death, I decided for myself that I cannot trust anyone in this rustic prison to care for me, and thus, I must be hard as a rock inside and out. Some of the littlest, most insignificant things scare me. For example, spiders repulse me. I must avert my gaze whenever I see one. I even run. Just last week I had been taking a nap on my makeshift bed of sticks, Dirt and leaves and awoke to a spider dangling from a single silk strand above my face. I darted out of my room and refused to return until Delia crushed it. Sorry, I went a bit off topic. My eyes are a gentle forest green. My face is relatively free of blemishes, except for a small mole on my right cheek. I'm very short, as well as extremely thin. My rib cage nearly shows, but my ragged clothing deceives the eyes of anyone who observes me. My personality? Well, where do I start? I've always been insecure and untrusting, but that could stem from the fact that my mother left my father and I when I was 7. I like to think of myself as intelligent. At least, I know I outclass the people of this area in terms of intelligence. I'm not sporty, I prefer my clarinet. Or at least, I used to. I was forced to sell it to a man for half a loaf of bread to get by for a couple of days. It brought me terrible sorrow. My clarinet provided refuge from my troubled life in the form of a beautiful melody, and when I lost that my ability to get away disappeared. I'm not a fan of jokes. I've witnessed too much tragedy these past few years to find much fun in life. Delia tells me I need to "loosen up girl",but I just can't. I'm alone in my mind, and I can't find happiness. That is, until I met you. I do hope that you'll comfort me and bring me joy long after your pages are filled. But this is enough writing for one night, I can't wait to fill another page of you tomorrow. There's a faint breeze now and It's comforting... Almost like the feeling of a parent's touch. I think I might sleep peacefully tonight. Signed with love, Amelia ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Very short update!
Beautiful. I can't even..The words, The detailing, and the fact that she trusts this diary more than her life, it seems! Gorgeous.
Emilya, your comments have a way of making even me believe that my writing is good. I'm very critical of myself.
Oh don't be! Even I feel that way so I stopped writing, but yours is really easy to give me an imagination. Almost like you're in my head drawing all these types of things!
Given her description it can't be a very attractive picture, but it's the inside beauty that counts! And thank you for the compliment! I'n excited to see a story you write
I sure hope not. I feel like I'm a let down. And I know. I really thought her eyes were attractive though.
Hmm, being very straight forward, are we? You are portraying stuck up, snobby girl quite well. Though I can't say directly describing a person appeals to me, (I like to leave a little to the imagination, also more ah...demure ways of sneaking in important things, like eye color, hair, etc.), but you know that already. I am looking forward to seeing where you do take this.