He glanced at his watch impatiently. He did not know why he did it. The thing stopped working centuries ago. Time was a thing of the past since he found he was immortal. There were no urges to suck blood or howl at the moon. He simply stopped aging. His heart kept beating ad he was as normal as any human that needed food, except for the fact that he did not need to breathe and he never gets sick.
“You’re late,” he said.
“What is late?” she said.
“Ah, that’s right, the people of this world have no concept of time, well, not the time that I knew of years back.”
It’s another day where I’m just hanging against the wall. You don’t notice me as much as you did when you first put me up here. You look at me from time to time, but the looks are fleeting. All you do is poke and prod at me when you need to. It hurts. It always does. Those punctures will never heal and you just seem to keep at it. There are times where you impale your unknowing and innocent victims against me. You’re a monster, but I love you and I’m here to serve only you. Other people have impaled other victims on me, but I resent that. Only you have the right to be near me.
No matter how painful some days may get, I still long for the moments you stare at me. The satisfaction I see in your eyes as you rearrange the victims on me. I feel loved when you fill me with your impaling instruments. It just means that you need me and I’m here to help.
Ahh, the life of a cork board is not that easy. I pity those papers and those pushpins really hurt. My mind is twisted at times, just hanging here, waiting to hold your important notices and be of use.
What a sad, masochistic object! Haha.
Be inspired everyone! That was my challenge for the day!
Alright, another thing. I am terrible at poetry and I have no plans of doing any of the poetry challenges. Instead of a poem, I’ll be making short stories or blobs of things I can consider as “creative writing”. Moving on… today’s challenge!
Her blue eyes shined through the dreary grey that surrounded us. High school is a bitch. It’s the worst time to be awkward and a loner. She was one of them, the outcasts. The dull weather did not help the low feelings showing in her eyes. I observed her from afar because I was an awkward loner as well. It’s not that I was a stereotypical geek or nerd. I kept the athletic half of my high school life away from the spotlight and the academic half for all to see.
Enough about me.
Mistrust, it’s the one thing I’ve always seen in her eyes. I’ve always wondered why that was so. I learned she was a transfer student during our freshman year, but still two years later, she’s still alone and miserable. She walked along the halls like a ghost. No one ever noticed her or even pushed her aside. It was like she did not exist to anyone, except for me. I wanted to know her, but I was too afraid to talk to her.
It was after class and like everyday, my mind was focused on her. I went to the unused auditorium located at the far end of our school. I spent my afternoons there whenever the drama club had no productions to work on, which was not very often. It was one of my rare escapes. Luckily, someone left a guitar on the stage. It was one of my guilty pleasures. Only my family knew that I played the guitar. They were all too familiar with my fear of performing.
I held the guitar in my hands, feeling the smooth wood and the tight strings. I closed my eyes and started to play. In my mind, I could see her. Those blue eyes, the soft brown hair, and the delicate face were what filled my mind as I listed to the twang of each guitar string I plucked.
As my fingers slowly came to a stop, the images of her faded away into black. I was left with my own thoughts and the guitar in my hands. I felt the longing for her. It was driving me mad, but my own fears and insecurities held me back. I sighed, opening my eyes and putting the guitar back where I found it.
“That was beautiful.”
I turned around with a snap, not expecting anyone to be in here, but I relaxed when I was met with a familiar pair of blue eyes. The blue eyes I’ve longed for so long.
I hope this was acceptable for my challenge entry for the day!
The blond haired Slytherin prefect made his way down one of the nameless and numerous moving staircases. The two buffoons that were always with him were somehow not at his side. He took his time going down each step, feeling more and more vulnerable without his sidekicks at his side. Everyone thought he was just a weakling that hid behind his friends. If only they knew how true it was, then it would mean he was nothing.
The sound of falling books broke his pitiful reverie. His eyes immediately locked on the brown, frizzy hair of the only girl in the whole school who made him cry, Hermione Granger.
“Need some help, Granger?” Continue reading
First of all, Happy Birthday to my little blog!
Now, here’s the promised writing challenge I got from http://mycreativewritingchallenge.tumblr.com/post/16858313832/30-day-creative-writing-challenge.
Here’s all of the days of the challenge:
Day 1: Re-write a classic fairy tale
Day 2: Write a fanfiction
Day 3: A story that takes place pre-1950
Day 4: A poem using the words: blue, mistrust, half, twang
Day 5: A story revolving around an object in your room
Day 6: Start your story with: “He glanced at his watch impatiently…”
Day 7: Create a superhero. Have he/she save the day.
Day 8: Write a prequel to that Superhero. Pre-Superhero life. Maybe their childhood.
Day 9: A story in 250 words or less about your favorite city
Day 10: Start story with: “She touched the little box in her pocket and smiled…”
Day 11: A story where the characters go without power for a day.
Day 12: Find 10 random words and create your own definitions.
Day 13: Begin with “I thought I saw…”
Day 14: randomly find someone in your yearbook. Create a story about their life today.
Day 15: Write about a stranger you see. Either their back-story or what they are thinking in the moment you see them.
Day 16: Go to iTunes, put your music on random. Write a story about the first song that comes up. (250 words or less)
Day 17: Use time travel in a story
Day 18: A story set in a ghost town.
Day 19: Write an obituary for a historical figure
Day 20: Use these words in a story: grandfather, photo album, post office, and folder
Day 21: He or she sees their crush in a library. describe the incident.
Day 22: Write a story based on a dream you had
Day 23: Describe/fictionalize a childhood memory
Day 24: Write a story that takes place 100 years in the future
Day 25: Write a story about a mythical creature.
Day 26: Write about the 30th picture on your phone or computer. Write about the story behind it, or make up the story behind it.
Day 27: Story taking place during a sporting event (any sport)
Day 28: Story on a ship. Past, present, or future.
Day 29: Story about space
Day 30: Story or poem about ice
I’ll be starting this first thing tomorrow! I’ve got lots to do today and I might not get the chance to work on it, but I might if I get the chance later today. Try it out! Let’s do this challenge!
Be inspired everyone!
Happy Valentine’s Day!
I am nearing the end of writing another book. It’s still a couple chapters away, but the end is in clear sight. Everyone knows the saying, “It’s not about the destination, but the journey.” Well, this is another challenge in writing. Some of us immediately know the end of a book we’re writing. I currently know the desired end of the book I am writing and now I’m worrying about how I get to the end. The journey to the final page should be something great and unforgettable.
I can feel the excitement of almost finishing another book creeping up on me. By finish, I mean to finish the first draft. It’s my second baby. The first one took its first step, but stumbled. I’ll get it trying again soon along with the second one.
I hope everyone is having a good time and progress with their books.
Each word we write is a step closer to adding to the world’s art. Be inspired everyone!
Yes, I am saying hello to a wall because I’m having writer’s block… again! I am currently on vacation, which will last for only 8-10 days. I want to get back to writing, but I am stuck. I’ve juggled my projects around to get my juices flowing. I still have nothing. So, I tried going away from writing, like catching up on my T.V. shows and reading list. This still had no effect on my writer’s block. It did not move an inch.
I hope this clears up before my vacation ends.
Be inspired everyone!