Overcoming Writer's BlockTick-tock
The time flys by,
The hours whisked away,
As I stare a my blank sheet of paper,
Pencil in hand,
Not moving an inch,
My mind is empty and thoughtless,
A sip of coffee,
Aggravated from the pent up frustration,
I close my eyes,
Letting myself drift away.
The moon is high,
The clock strikes twelve,
"I got it!"
My eyes flash open,
I quickly grab my pencil,
And jolt everything down,
Letting it all flow into place,
My page is finally filled,
My notebook open,
Just in case,
I might write some more.
Yuki no Hana Ch.1Yuki no Hana Ch.12 years ago in Romance More Like This
When teachers discuss me in schools, they depict me as a sinister trouble making sprite-like creature. Well, they're completely wrong. I mean sure, I can be a bit mischievous, but I don't look a thing like a sprite. I admit, I hate rules and I never really liked to follow them. Guess, that’s just in my nature. I live for fun and games. I’m actually a decent guy if people got to know me.
Walking towards windows and seeing all these families sitting down for dinner all cozy in their homes kind of makes for a depressing winter for me. This, if you haven’t noticed, is my whole life. Winter happens everywhere, every minute, and every second. So as you can see, I'm a very busy guy. As I was saying, I don't look like a sprite. When I see myself in the reflection of a window before I start to frost it, I see a tall boy with striking crystal blue eyes looking back. I have
Yuki no Hana Ch.2Yuki no Hana Ch.22 years ago in Romance More Like This
Winter is the worst season of all. I never liked it. I hated snow, even when I was little. I lived in a place where seasonal winters never existed. I loved it there. Unfortunate for me, though, my relatives had to move to a place where winter is inevitable, New Castle, Pennsylvania. When we arrived, I think as soon as I unpacked I crawled into bed and decided I never wanted to get out. The bed was right next to the window, and it was just taunting me, telling me I'm stuck here in this hellhole. My first night was unbearable. I tossed and turned and fussed about the cold. I kept feeling a draft seep into the blankets and it was so cold... like ice. In the morning, when I thought it would be just as dreadful as the night, I awoke. Taking my glasses from my nightstand and resting them on my small framed face, I saw the prettiest designs made of frost on my window. Some of the shapes I swear