The thingy will be worked on after I finish my sonnet for poetry tonight. ?Such a fun homework assignment. ?Doesn't make me want to cry at all. ????????????????
I like reading it but not in school where we dissect it to death and infer multiple meanings from every single fucking letter D:< and I suck at writing it. Sooo ?poetry?
Ready for some boring stuff? It was a dark and stormy night, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even the bull-sized dog. Except, that's a lie. Because everyone was out and about, as per usual. This wasn't a very ordinary family. Tobias, the eldest of the three children of the parents who occupied the house at 16 years old yesterday, was casually working on his muscles. He had been developing them ever since he found out girls seemed to like that kind of thing. He was hoping it would counter his horrific face. His eyes were naturally narrow above high cheekbones, with large pink irises given his albino status, his mouth down turned at the corners, giving him a natural frown, and his nose hooked down, with a terrifying nostril flare every breath he took through them. The skin was pulled tight over his body, like he was made with not enough and had to be stretched out, giving his skin an almost transparent look. His hair was long and scraggly, and no amount of brushing managed to help. These features more often than not scared people away instantly Tobias was a lonely boy, except for his siblings. Ian, the youngest, was quite the opposite, and was fairly handsome, for being five and quarter years old. His hair was naturally perfect, with a wave in it that others needed gel to get. His skin was soft and smooth, perfect to an inch. He had soft blue eyes, and a smallish nose, and an almost angelic smile, able to melt even the most set-in-ice heart. He always had the vaguest look, like he had no idea what was happening at any given time, but was actually quite focused. The more vague he seemed, the more he focused on something. He even displayed intelligence far beyond his years, with a vocabulary that spanned almost the entire dictionary, and knew exactly how to use each word. But he didn't, because he didn't want to show it. At that moment he was riding the dog around, whom the children had named Torro, after his size. He was the larges dog ever, and his breed was so unknown that he was just called a dog, because he doesn't like mutt. And who wants to disagree with a one ton, five foot and a half tall hound? Diana, the middle child at 10, was extremely likeable. Now, I can't tell you what she looks like, because it's hard to look upon her, but just think of someone who has black everything, except skin, which matches her brother Tobias' complexion. Looking at her for merely a second makes you want to stare at the floor and blush in apology. She sounds nice though, with a voice that pitches in all the right places, and a personality that shines right through her black appearance. She's always wearing nice shoes though. At that moment, she was sketching another one of her well liked drawings, which mainly consisted of angels in black. These three were all doing their own thing in their home, oblivious to what their perfectly ordinary and boring parents were saying upstairs. Tobias caught a few words like "Freaks" and "Horrible" from his room, but shrugged it off and put it down to the neighbours, who his father was always complaining about. In reality, his father was complaining that his children didn't turn out to be perfectly boring and normal like he wanted. And that is where our story begins, with the sudden ringing of the telephone.
It's good! Just watch your sentence structures… in the middle-ish every sentence had at least one comma, so it was a little repetitive. You also forgot a period.
You should continue it though I agree with what FallenAngel said but you should definitely continue it
I wrote a sonnet for poetry First Date I always wonder why the stars still shine. I always wonder why the oceans are full. I wonder why my shadow falls behind. I wonder why my eyes faded to dull. I ponder as to why you left me there. I pondered my existence while I Watched you leave me in the empty square. It was so frigid I thought I might die. I recall how flushed your pretty Was, how you left without a simple "Hey." We never managed a word but your grace In flight made me fall in love that day. What stands out was not the weather, It was my lack of pants in public, however.