I like those fields with tall green grass. :)

So I was trying to get in the writing mood for my story that's due tomorrow for English. The one based on a life changing experience. I'm struggling with this assignment, despite my initial hopes that it would be a breeze. The fact that the teacher requires lots of description is a real bother to me. I know it's a very important aspect to a narrative but HELL I don't naturally have the talent for description, which is why I use to keep such things to a minimum in my little story attempts. 

This I wrote in attempts to loosen myself up. This was easy to write, because I didn't feel restrained by the need to frikkin' describe. And some people may call that poor writing. So be it! I prefer it and I wish I could write my paper like this. ;o;

Anyway... I'll have to pray my English teacher won't ask for it tomorrow. D: (Also if you're wondering why it ends for no reason, it's 'cause I didn't have time to finish. So 'tis a drabble or whatever you call it.)

I could smell the scent of the moist earth filling my nostrils, as I walked with my bare feet through the lime-green, high grass that sunny afternoon. The sun was still high in the sky, its rays tingling my skin after a long time in my room. 

Mama had locked me in my room after asking about Stuart, her recent boyfriend. She seemed frightened and shocked by this, her face growin’ white like a sheet of paper while she grabbed nervously at her short, dark chocolate brown curls as if looking for a lost screw.

I couldn’t understand why she would react like that. Stuart seemed like a nice fellow, for all I could tell, but Mama sure didn’t seem to like me mentioning his name. Before I could say anymore she grabbed my right arm firmly with her skinny fingers and brought me to my room, told me to sit down on my bed and to think about what I had said. Mama then quickly closed the door and a couple seconds later I heard the sound of the lock being turned. She really locked me in. Mama clearly lost some of her marbles.

I sat there in my dark room, the only window was facing the wooden fence that blocked most of the sunlight during the morning. I glanced at that very window, feeling a soft breeze. That is when I noticed that the window wasn’t ever locked and I could still fit in through it if I opened it a wee bit more.

That was it. I wasn’t going to sit here and figure out what was wrong with Mama or wait for her to come back. She obviously didn’t want anything with me at the moment. So I got down from my bed (...)

Moonlight

I don't like it when there is no night,

With the moonlight

and the starts a bright,

Where that light

brightens up the void inside.

First attempted poem in ages! The first couple lines came from real frustration as I walked across the balcony to see there were no bright stars or intense moonlight this evening, only clouds which made it seem darker. I really like those moon lit nights better.

P.S. OK, so it doesn't seem much like poetry. But I had to try with something!

New layout!

I've always wanted something like a layout that could really represent this blog. And I made it! I used a sketch of a lion found on google search as a reference to make the one you're seeing now. It was fun! The "ROAR" was just me trying to be amusing. Hope you like it!


Oh, and yes... I took it in a literal sense. But that's what makes it fun! :D

John Part 3 (Draft)

Remember that "John" story I had a while ago? Quite a while ago, actually. But I was re-reading what I had posted here and I felt like writing a continuation... I couldn't get into the "I'm depressed," mood he had going, though. So it doesn't even sound like him. It might as well be somebody totally different. *pouts*

Anyway, since I am now going to post everything I write here, no matter how much I shun it, here it is.

2:30 PM
You know that sound of the bell that rings as a new costumer comes into a store? Some people find it annoying, others get startled by it, but today I found it comforting, as I walked through the door of Wise is Wiser bookstore.
As I expected, many people decided to warm up inside the store as they searched for their next book to read. Or not, since I’ve had experienced people coming here just to test their latest pick-up lines.

I approached my way to the register, past the counter, and into the employees only room, where I changed into my daily uniform. White shirt, jeans, black shoes and a blue apron with the logo of the store on it. Don’t ask me why it’s blue, or why the mascot is an owl with glasses. I don’t get it either.
The collar of the apron felt heavy on my neck, but I tried to ignore it, while taking a deep breath and heading out into the jungle full of books.

I didn’t dislike the job entirely. It was easy, actually. All you had to do was pretend you were busy with something, and once a costumer got the courage to talk to you, you’d help them with whatever book troubles they had. It only got annoying when the teenagers come with their fussy parents, with a huge list of books they need for school.

“It’s only so I can pass,” said a kid once to me. But he didn’t seem like he even cared if they got the books or not. I think I didn’t care either. But today was different. Today I needed to distract myself, and my J.O.B. was the perfect way to do that.