So, one of my New’s Years Resolutions this anno it to write more. So, I decided to make this:
The goal is to write something every day.
Starting on the 31st of January, every giorno there is a vague word, idea, object, question, statement o anything. te can take it anyway te want.
Then each giorno te should write what it tells te too o something inspired da it. Whether it be a poem, a small scene, a character description, journal entry, short story o even just one really well crafted sentence.
Even if the prompt confuses you, o te have no ideas just write something! It’s a great exercise for your brain and will hopefully help te improve!
As much as me and many others would Amore to see what te make out of this challenge, te are always welcome to keep them all to yourself o only share the days te are comfortable sharing. I can’t wait to see what te all write :)
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1st- New Year's Resolutions
2nd- 2 sentence horror story
3rd- A cup, A mask and/or A lie
4th- Blue
5th- “Please don’t leave me.”
6th- Write something using personification
7th- The object to your left
8th- Sour
9th- Why are te afraid of that?
10th- Childhood Dreams
11th- Write something without using the letter C o Q
12th- Height Difference
13th- “Those aren’t my tears.”
14th- Cheesy Pick-Up Lines
15th- Half-Way
16th- Lights, A letter and/or A wish
17th- To, Too And Two
18th- Weird.
19th- “I really liked that place”
20th- A delicious sentence
21st- Write something in secondo person
22nd- Snow
23rd- Why do they look at te like that?
24th- 24 seconds
25th- Raspberries, Promises and/or A clock
26th- The End o The Beginning
27th- Revenge
28th- “Are te sure this is safe?”
29th- 2 Sentence Amore Story (Remember romantic isn’t the only type of Amore ;) but it’s still great)
30th- Normal
31st- Your Improvements
The goal is to write something every day.
Starting on the 31st of January, every giorno there is a vague word, idea, object, question, statement o anything. te can take it anyway te want.
Then each giorno te should write what it tells te too o something inspired da it. Whether it be a poem, a small scene, a character description, journal entry, short story o even just one really well crafted sentence.
Even if the prompt confuses you, o te have no ideas just write something! It’s a great exercise for your brain and will hopefully help te improve!
As much as me and many others would Amore to see what te make out of this challenge, te are always welcome to keep them all to yourself o only share the days te are comfortable sharing. I can’t wait to see what te all write :)
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1st- New Year's Resolutions
2nd- 2 sentence horror story
3rd- A cup, A mask and/or A lie
4th- Blue
5th- “Please don’t leave me.”
6th- Write something using personification
7th- The object to your left
8th- Sour
9th- Why are te afraid of that?
10th- Childhood Dreams
11th- Write something without using the letter C o Q
12th- Height Difference
13th- “Those aren’t my tears.”
14th- Cheesy Pick-Up Lines
15th- Half-Way
16th- Lights, A letter and/or A wish
17th- To, Too And Two
18th- Weird.
19th- “I really liked that place”
20th- A delicious sentence
21st- Write something in secondo person
22nd- Snow
23rd- Why do they look at te like that?
24th- 24 seconds
25th- Raspberries, Promises and/or A clock
26th- The End o The Beginning
27th- Revenge
28th- “Are te sure this is safe?”
29th- 2 Sentence Amore Story (Remember romantic isn’t the only type of Amore ;) but it’s still great)
30th- Normal
31st- Your Improvements
~ Chapter 1: Dreams
Love. Unconditional and pure Amore was there, found in their hearts. Feelings, pure and strong lived from giorno to day.
But the days were cold. Cold wind froze their dreams.
A child was born.
Dreams, spreading its roots, now slowly fade.
But still live and last in the hearts of the dreamers.
A child wasn't a part of a dream, though.
It wasn't. But Amore was still there, although destroyed da many issues, it started fading slowly like a smothered flame.
Mother's eyes was full of hope and cuore full of love, so pure, so gentle.
She knew. Life won't be latte and honey, though she must be strong.
Looking at her baby girl, happy and sad in the same time, so many thoughts were flying through her head.
So many questions, perhaps a small dose of regret.
She felt sadness inside.
Amore was still there, that pure Amore that kept them alive, though these dreams they both had were somehow far and unreal.
A flame of Amore was still burning...
Love. Unconditional and pure Amore was there, found in their hearts. Feelings, pure and strong lived from giorno to day.
But the days were cold. Cold wind froze their dreams.
A child was born.
Dreams, spreading its roots, now slowly fade.
But still live and last in the hearts of the dreamers.
A child wasn't a part of a dream, though.
It wasn't. But Amore was still there, although destroyed da many issues, it started fading slowly like a smothered flame.
Mother's eyes was full of hope and cuore full of love, so pure, so gentle.
She knew. Life won't be latte and honey, though she must be strong.
Looking at her baby girl, happy and sad in the same time, so many thoughts were flying through her head.
So many questions, perhaps a small dose of regret.
She felt sadness inside.
Amore was still there, that pure Amore that kept them alive, though these dreams they both had were somehow far and unreal.
A flame of Amore was still burning...
Texas Rancho Viejo 1942
Bonnie's POV
I walked quickly down the dusty dirt road, I kicked and scrapped pebbels, It was hot and dry today, another great thing when your isolated! *CRASH* I gasped, I slowed to a stop and carfully and slowwly turned around. Behind me stood a man. He had wild brown hair and blue piercing eyes, He held a gun and a charcol covered teddy bear. He smiled and inchined twords me. "Whoa pardner, who are you?" I asked in my thick texian accent. "I am a friend" He detto kindly. I suspiciously eyed him up and down. I reached into my back pocket and gripped my fingers around a gun I found. "Dont be afraid i'll make it all better" He moved closer to me, I panicked.Is this the phantom murder? I thought. I pulled out my gun and aimed it at him. "I dont think te will"
I detto sweetly, then I triggered it and shot him, he fell to the ground stunned. I smiled. When your isolated in texas te cant trust anyone. and i mean ANYONE.
Bonnie's POV
I walked quickly down the dusty dirt road, I kicked and scrapped pebbels, It was hot and dry today, another great thing when your isolated! *CRASH* I gasped, I slowed to a stop and carfully and slowwly turned around. Behind me stood a man. He had wild brown hair and blue piercing eyes, He held a gun and a charcol covered teddy bear. He smiled and inchined twords me. "Whoa pardner, who are you?" I asked in my thick texian accent. "I am a friend" He detto kindly. I suspiciously eyed him up and down. I reached into my back pocket and gripped my fingers around a gun I found. "Dont be afraid i'll make it all better" He moved closer to me, I panicked.Is this the phantom murder? I thought. I pulled out my gun and aimed it at him. "I dont think te will"
I detto sweetly, then I triggered it and shot him, he fell to the ground stunned. I smiled. When your isolated in texas te cant trust anyone. and i mean ANYONE.
Always running
All the time,
Chasing a dream
As I follow the signs.
Out of breath
I miss a turn,
I wander the paths
Ready to learn.
I start to get impatient
I'm working so hard,
So how come I'm not there yet
I've played all my cards.
Life is like a rollercoaster
Mine never stops,
It takes me round in circles
Back to the start.
There are so many highs and lows
Yet they''re all the same,
I need a change of track
Something different to my name.
Each step I take aches my body
And I'm waiting for the day,
That a different train will come along
And take me a different way.
All the time,
Chasing a dream
As I follow the signs.
Out of breath
I miss a turn,
I wander the paths
Ready to learn.
I start to get impatient
I'm working so hard,
So how come I'm not there yet
I've played all my cards.
Life is like a rollercoaster
Mine never stops,
It takes me round in circles
Back to the start.
There are so many highs and lows
Yet they''re all the same,
I need a change of track
Something different to my name.
Each step I take aches my body
And I'm waiting for the day,
That a different train will come along
And take me a different way.
Dusty Streets
A blazing sun,
Cibo and Water
There is none.
Living on hope
Crying out,
Helping others
Around and about.
Children Shouting
They wail and cry,
Willing for a change
A signal, a sign.
They're grateful for everytihng
Whatever comes their way,
They're constantly working
All night, all day.
The air is filthy
They cough and they weep,
They want to survive
They sniffle and sleep.
Begging off strangers
It's all they can do,
Someone to help them
It could be you.
-Emily Eaton (13)
A blazing sun,
Cibo and Water
There is none.
Living on hope
Crying out,
Helping others
Around and about.
Children Shouting
They wail and cry,
Willing for a change
A signal, a sign.
They're grateful for everytihng
Whatever comes their way,
They're constantly working
All night, all day.
The air is filthy
They cough and they weep,
They want to survive
They sniffle and sleep.
Begging off strangers
It's all they can do,
Someone to help them
It could be you.
-Emily Eaton (13)
I have a secret: I'm afraid. I'm terribly afraid that I AM GOING TO DIE. I didn't ask for leukemia. Nor did I expect it. Especially not chronic myelogenous leukemia. Especially when chronic myelogenous leukemia tends to affect the OLDER males, and I'm only what, 14?
But do te know why it has to be a secret? I have a family: my dad and Jae, my youngest sister. [Yeah, I have two more, but, they're out of my life at the moment.] They cried their hearts out once I was diagnosed. They were afraid that they'd lose another family member--after all, my mother passed away after a car accident. I promised to be strong. For Dad. For Jae. For Mom.
But if being strong means that I have to hold back all these tears, that I have to surpress all my fear in order to comfort my family, sometimes I wish I didn't make that promise.
But do te know why it has to be a secret? I have a family: my dad and Jae, my youngest sister. [Yeah, I have two more, but, they're out of my life at the moment.] They cried their hearts out once I was diagnosed. They were afraid that they'd lose another family member--after all, my mother passed away after a car accident. I promised to be strong. For Dad. For Jae. For Mom.
But if being strong means that I have to hold back all these tears, that I have to surpress all my fear in order to comfort my family, sometimes I wish I didn't make that promise.
I was in the class the other day, and Mrs.Crosswaer was handing out new assignments. And he stared at me! Oh his name is Sam, and he was staring at me dreamly!!!!!!!!!!!
It was sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo cooooooooooooooool!
I am SO SORRY! It had to be lonfer so yeah!
It was sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo cooooooooooooooool!
I am SO SORRY! It had to be lonfer so yeah!
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One lonely sunday afternoon
I sit in my chamber and have nothing to do
My Amore is far away
I wonder if (s)he's already forgotten me
So I sadly watch the sky
See the raindrops passing by
One looonely sunday afternooon...
One looonely sunday afternoon
One lonely sunday afternoon
I'm even as my fiori still out of bloom
I find some old photos, covered with dust
I cannot forget te although I know that I must
So I sadly let them fly
And this time I have to cry
One looonely sunday afternooon...
One looonely sunday afternoon
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te seek for spark of hope.
Your life held by
darkness thoughts,
anchor is
some place else.
Bad luck follows te
like a hook,
won't let te go,
won't leave te alone.
te smile today,
and cry whole eternity,
like that's your fate,
disturbing thoughts
to lie inside of you,
to take away everything
that te hope for.
Devil is calling your name,
leaves te not,
te don't see the Angel on
your shoulder,
trying to give te a strength.
te long for life
that te don't know of,
te seek for peace,
trying to get away
from misty forest
that stains your heart
into black.
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