THOUGHTS FROM THE DUNKIN' DONUTS PARKING LOT by WilliamFBurk, literature
THOUGHTS FROM THE DUNKIN' DONUTS PARKING LOT
Not to get on a serious note or anything, but I wrote this little blurb, and I figured that I wanted to share it. It is simply a small observation about writing theory that came to me in a conversation with a friend as we drove down the street to Dunkin' Donuts. Anyways...
As a writer, I spend most of my day in the worlds that inhabit my mind. I will not pretend that writing came easy to me, as it did not. I began writing as a hobby when I was sixteen. The way this occurred was a somewhat unorthodox and incremental process, and, though I started at sixteen, I was not comfortable with my writing until I was twenty-three. I did not know this w
The Silver Wolf Chapter 1: The Silver Wolf by loneXwolf97, literature
The Silver Wolf Chapter 1: The Silver Wolf
A lone figure was approaching the steps of an old church house when the sky was set ablaze. Black was the night, and dim was the house's candlelit windows… But it was the Northern Mountains that were the object of interest this night, the night of ember’s glow. Normally quiet and eerie, surrounded by fog, the mountains were now shining under the celestial golden light that had risen above.
Faradeigh froze as he witnessed the spectacle, shielding his eyes as the light nearly blinded the young man. Monstrous roaring could be heard in the distance. Too obvious, it was not the roaring of flames… b
but not there yet,
I walk under a
street light to a lake.
The rain falling,
is like weeping
onto the water in little splashes,
making a tranquil note—
hitting keys on nature’s piano,
a prelude, as the
nocturne slowly dissipates.
There are two ducks—
sitting on the water.
and I wonder—
are they sleeping by
Waterproof, they don’t
concern with the cold that
the rain brings. We are so
different, still I wonder—
could they just be
enjoying the atmosphere like I am?
The Social Etiquette of Death by Bad-Poet, literature
The Social Etiquette of Death
You don't know how to be,
Everything is strange,
And the world is topsy-turvy
Because of one small change.
"I'm sorry for your loss",
Is both meaningful and hollow,
But you didn't get a handbook
So there are no rules to follow.
Try not to make them laugh,
Try not to make them cry,
'cause everything is wrong
After somebody has died.
This great leaden weight
Suffocates all normalcy,
Yet afterward we gather 'round
For sandwiches and tea.
And at the end of it all,
Just to make it worse,
You return to life pretending
There's no hole in the universe.
The beautiful colors of the night sky, mixed with a bizzare amount of stars, just reminded me of..
Because you are something bright that light me up inside. You set me and my feelings free when the moon first touches the sky.
You are something colorful. Mixing yourself togheter with all the other colors I can see. It's a beautiful combination of unique edges and twists that could never be imaginable.
You are something, wonderful - giving everyone a chance. You show us your love and kindness, making us,
...And care for you.
You show yourself proudly, knowing you're special and unique, but only at night.
There's just one th
Fox and the Girl: Part 1 by CoffeeAndPens, literature
Fox and the Girl: Part 1
The trees, looming and casting shadows over the river, were vivid in colors. Most of the leaves were ready to fall to the ground, but still maintained a light grasp on the branches. Coming here during this time of the year relaxed me. I leaned against one of the trees and allowed myself to slide down until I was sitting.
All the grass in the area had changed to a dry yellow. I closed my eyes, and listened to the river’s dull hum. I took in a deep breath and could almost taste autumn. After a moment of listening to the river, I heard some leaves rustle somewhere in the distance. I glanced around and my eyes widened as they settled on t
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