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nebula
August 1st, 2016, 12:19 AM
Personally, I'm not a massive fan of poetry, but I sometimes write pieces just to channel certain feelings and to get messages across. This piece (that I literally just wrote) has no real motive to it, but it helped in terms of channeling emotions.

"Anxiety"

No-one seems to notice a few months before
That evil-faced Anxiety is starting to crawl on your back
That treacherous journey that can be made
Seamlessly causing a person of an innocent nature to crack.

Anxiety has the voice of malevolence,
It decides what you think and mentally takes you off-track
Driving you off the rails and falling off a cliff
In the form of a panic attack.

Then proceeds the downward spiral that noone expects
You tell them "I'm fine, just tired" to keep them content
Even though it's the exact opposite in your head
As you waste away in your paradise of self-torment.

Standing at the mirror again, it gets worse by the day
You stare at your hideous body that Anxiety made you resent
You get smaller and smaller, just to skin and bone
And this is where you begin your perilous descent

The monster has now taken over your body, no longer you
It's the harsh reality that your friends and family have come to
Realise that you are no longer yourself through and through
And now they know that Anxiety is the boss of you.


If this gets a lot of positive feedback I may post more... I was nervous to post this really, but I do write them a lot and I personally want to see other people's opinions on it.

Flapjack
August 1st, 2016, 01:12 PM
Oh my gosh Shanie this is amazing!! Like I am not just saying that it is reallyyy good!! I thought you was posting a professional poets poem until I read you wrote it!! Never knew you were a poet:) Please post more:)

nebula
August 1st, 2016, 02:34 PM
So I have decided to make this my unorganised writing thread, where I had new works as time progresses.

Mimikyu - I knew you expressed interest for this next piece so here is a mention :)

This is a descriptive writing piece based on this following stimulus:
http://randalldsmith.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/crash.jpg

The three vehicles had hit simultaneously. Trashed, scattered. A whoosh of smoke soared the air as of a flare had been lit; it danced around and had enticed several passersby to come closer to the crash scene. Had anyone died? In an instant, doors had been opened with full force yet nothing could be heard from within except timid sobs.

"God save us!" whimpered one, with her arms outstretched around her feeble infants. The children had not survived the traumatic collision and the mother was so in shock that she did not even look up to the male trying to help her. Although living, she was surely dead inside.

Drizzle had commenced only moments later, and the roadside had become soaked to the skin. A large crowd of local citizens had formed. Some helping, some watched on. A couple were on the floor, clinging onto themselves for a little comfort in the did male weather. Family? Friends? They were mourning their recently bereaved as the dust was still yet to settle.

Also, a final comment: if anyone has any ideas for me to write about or give me inspiration, please do not hesitate to PM me or post here in this thread. :)

Amethyst Rose
August 1st, 2016, 03:19 PM
Shanie, these are great! I'd love to read more if you decide to keep posting. You're a poet and you didn't know it ;)

Flapjack
August 1st, 2016, 03:27 PM
So I have decided to make this my unorganised writing thread, where I had new works as time progresses.

@Mimikyu (http://www.virtualteen.org/forums/member.php?u=122060) - I knew you expressed interest for this next piece so here is a mention :)

This is a descriptive writing piece based on this following stimulus:
image (http://randalldsmith.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/crash.jpg)

The three vehicles had hit simultaneously. Trashed, scattered. A whoosh of smoke soared the air as of a flare had been lit; it danced around and had enticed several passersby to come closer to the crash scene. Had anyone died? In an instant, doors had been opened with full force yet nothing could be heard from within except timid sobs.

"God save us!" whimpered one, with her arms outstretched around her feeble infants. The children had not survived the traumatic collision and the mother was so in shock that she did not even look up to the male trying to help her. Although living, she was surely dead inside.

Drizzle had commenced only moments later, and the roadside had become soaked to the skin. A large crowd of local citizens had formed. Some helping, some watched on. A couple were on the floor, clinging onto themselves for a little comfort in the did male weather. Family? Friends? They were mourning their recently bereaved as the dust was still yet to settle.

Also, a final comment: if anyone has any ideas for me to write about or give me inspiration, please do not hesitate to PM me or post here in this thread. :)
Oh my goshhh this is awesome too!! So powerful it's getting me all emotional!! You should be a poet:)

nebula
August 1st, 2016, 03:32 PM
You should be a poet:)

I hate poetry with a passion! I just don't have the patience for that. XD

Flapjack
August 1st, 2016, 03:34 PM
I hate poetry with a passion! I just don't have the patience for that. XD
So do I xD But then why do you write poems in your free time?xD

nebula
August 1st, 2016, 03:35 PM
But then why do you write poems in your free time?xD

I dunno really. They just flow from the brain to the page, I don't plan XD

Flapjack
August 1st, 2016, 03:37 PM
I dunno really. They just flow from the brain to the page, I don't plan XD
Well in that case your skill is even more impressive!! :)

Endeavour
August 1st, 2016, 04:09 PM
Whoah Shanie your poem and the description is so good! They are amazing, well done :) Please give us some more :D

nebula
August 1st, 2016, 04:41 PM
Wow, I can write these insanely quick. Meh.

"Who Would've Known"

Being such a distance away creates a yearning
A desire, one that will not stop burning?
Something that can make you feel so sick and full
But yet so empty inside?

Such feelings are none that I can explain
But it causes such a significant emotional pain
Miles stretched out over the open roads
And over the wheat fields that grow.

And I am anxious for your return
So anxious in fact that my stomach churns
But next day when I can see your face
Is the day when I can fall in love all over again.

Flapjack
August 1st, 2016, 04:44 PM
Wow, I can write these insanely quick. Meh.

"Who Would've Known"

Being such a distance away creates a yearning
A desire, one that will not stop burning?
Something that can make you feel so sick and full
But yet so empty inside?

Such feelings are none that I can explain
But it causes such a significant emotional pain
Miles stretched out over the open roads
And over the wheat fields that grow.

And I am anxious for your return
So anxious in fact that my stomach churns
But next day when I can see your face
Is the day when I can fall in love all over again.
Already told ya what I think over skype :') This is beautiful and I can feel your pain missing him!! :)

nebula
August 3rd, 2016, 04:21 AM
//trigger warning: involves references relating to self-harm.//

"Untitled"

I'm done with the pain and sick of feeling tired
Back to square one with all the scars I've acquired
The self-hatred is all consuming and makes me feel dead
Those thoughts of you are now filling me with dread.

I wish I hadn't gotten too attached, you're like the others
I became close to your family, I'm friends with your mother
They all fucked me over in the end anyway or they left
And I'm the only one between us who is left bereft.

People are saying to me that it was you who did me wrong
But I know for a fact that's false, because you made me strong
I'm still going to be thinking about you for days on end
It takes a long time for the broken hearted one to mend.

Then again, the only thing that has been there for me is the blade
Given me support in the form of physical pain, it was a good aid
I always come crawling back to it, so don't call yourself special
It gives me a bit of satisfaction when I dance with the devil.

Flapjack
August 3rd, 2016, 07:23 AM
//trigger warning: involves references relating to self-harm.//

"Untitled"

I'm done with the pain and sick of feeling tired
Back to square one with all the scars I've acquired
The self-hatred is all consuming and makes me feel dead
Those thoughts of you are now filling me with dread.

I wish I hadn't gotten too attached, you're like the others
I became close to your family, I'm friends with your mother
They all fucked me over in the end anyway or they left
And I'm the only one between us who is left bereft.

People are saying to me that it was you who did me wrong
But I know for a fact that's false, because you made me strong
I'm still going to be thinking about you for days on end
It takes a long time for the broken hearted one to mend.

Then again, the only thing that has been there for me is the blade
Given me support in the form of physical pain, it was a good aid
I always come crawling back to it, so don't call yourself special
It gives me a bit of satisfaction when I dance with the devil.
Is this the same one you sent me because it seems loads different! It is also really good though:)

nebula
August 3rd, 2016, 11:49 AM
Is this the same one you sent me because it seems loads different! It is also really good though:)

Nah this is something completely different, I'm working on my little project now :)

nebula
August 12th, 2016, 11:16 AM
Right this is a little thing I've kinda been working on and fine tuning but I will probably carry this on haha cause it was fun to do. Context: these are fictitious diary entries from a high school girl who is bullied and suffers from underlying and non diagnosed mental issues due to this bullying. She writes a diary accounting her daily life.

#1
I hate school and everyone in it. The air around me is toxic and used, poisoned with the chemicals of people's pessimism and negligence. I curled up into a ball on the waxed floor and just ignored the passersby who make a snide comment towards me, as per usual. After a long time, you learn to block those sorts of things out. Just how it is, I guess. Those comments weren't what hurt me. What hurt me most is that the people I most care about walked by and pretended not to notice me crying out for help. They didn't care about me anyway, I knew that already. God, why do I care?

#2
I hate this situation; the things I'm feeling right now can't even get onto the page. Extreme anger. Frustration. Crippling anxiety. That's just to start off with... and that's putting it bluntly. Oh God, someone help. I'm crying out at the top of my lungs and all I get is a small shake of the head. It hurts to be rejected and that's all I get, day in and day out. Why does it have to be this way? Why?

#3
I really cannot keep on going for much longer... my parents have locked me in my room and I have been staring at the ceiling for far too long. I can't make a sound, not that I wanted to anyway. All I want to do is escape. Hide. Run away from everything I've ever known and start afresh. But I know I don't have the means of doing it. All I have is this diary and the clothes on my back. I really wish that there was someone I could get in touch with and they could help me get out of this dingy house.

Flapjack
August 12th, 2016, 11:45 AM
Right this is a little thing I've kinda been working on and fine tuning but I will probably carry this on haha cause it was fun to do. Context: these are fictitious diary entries from a high school girl who is bullied and suffers from underlying and non diagnosed mental issues due to this bullying. She writes a diary accounting her daily life.

#1
I hate school and everyone in it. The air around me is toxic and used, poisoned with the chemicals of people's pessimism and negligence. I curled up into a ball on the waxed floor and just ignored the passersby who make a snide comment towards me, as per usual. After a long time, you learn to block those sorts of things out. Just how it is, I guess. Those comments weren't what hurt me. What hurt me most is that the people I most care about walked by and pretended not to notice me crying out for help. They didn't care about me anyway, I knew that already. God, why do I care?

#2
I hate this situation; the things I'm feeling right now can't even get onto the page. Extreme anger. Frustration. Crippling anxiety. That's just to start off with... and that's putting it bluntly. Oh God, someone help. I'm crying out at the top of my lungs and all I get is a small shake of the head. It hurts to be rejected and that's all I get, day in and day out. Why does it have to be this way? Why?

#3
I really cannot keep on going for much longer... my parents have locked me in my room and I have been staring at the ceiling for far too long. I can't make a sound, not that I wanted to anyway. All I want to do is escape. Hide. Run away from everything I've ever known and start afresh. But I know I don't have the means of doing it. All I have is this diary and the clothes on my back. I really wish that there was someone I could get in touch with and they could help me get out of this dingy house.
First things first, why was Jack not notified about this hmmm? xD Second things second this one is my favourite one so far!!! I love it:)

nebula
August 12th, 2016, 12:35 PM
First things first, why was Jack not notified about this hmmm? xD Second things second this one is my favourite one so far!!! I love it:)

This was my little surprise one which I forgot to upload xD I'll notify you when I add more stuff of this "series" (which I will) :)

nebula
August 12th, 2016, 03:15 PM
Flapjack - because you asked me oh so nicely :P

...continued from the last work.

#4
This is it. I've made my decision. I must certainly make my leave before I start to go insane in this damp room of mine. I have tried to collect my thoughts: meditation, music, drawing. None of it seems to work. School is making me go crazy on top of this and I have started to plan out my escape. I'm not sure when yet. We'll see.

#5
I feel as if my mother has found my diaries. She is being unnecessarily kind and she is never like this. I never usually talk to her that much, I care for myself. She just gives me a roof to sleep under... that's it. This is not what I need from her right now.

Flapjack
August 12th, 2016, 04:02 PM
@Flapjack (http://www.virtualteen.org/forums/member.php?u=122060) - because you asked me oh so nicely :P

...continued from the last work.

#4
This is it. I've made my decision. I must certainly make my leave before I start to go insane in this damp room of mine. I have tried to collect my thoughts: meditation, music, drawing. None of it seems to work. School is making me go crazy on top of this and I have started to plan out my escape. I'm not sure when yet. We'll see.

#5
I feel as if my mother has found my diaries. She is being unnecessarily kind and she is never like this. I never usually talk to her that much, I care for myself. She just gives me a roof to sleep under... that's it. This is not what I need from her right now.
I love it:')

nebula
August 14th, 2016, 11:12 AM
Flapjack ... This is a lot easier to do than some of my other stuff like poetry, so I'll keep doing these fictitious monologues for a while.

#6
Well I guess here is a question that no one would even imagine asking themselves: who even am I anymore? I just hide behind fake personalities and lies. It's horrible and if anything I should be paid well for the actress job I've gotten myself into with all this constant chopping and changing. My mother has definitely found my diary and she does not seem to plan on stopping with the unnecessary charm. I just hope she cuts it out before I make any plans of leaving. Makes it more awkward and difficult for me.

#7
I have decided to pack up my things and leave as soon as possible. There is not much longer I can wait before I will turn around and hit someone. School has been dreadful as usual, and there are people that are making me regret even getting up in the mornings these days... not that that's unusual. Something that I've just gotten used to. But it is more irritating than it normally is. I will just have to stay quiet and not retaliate; who knows what would happen after that.

#8
Tomorrow will be the day that I will leave. Instead of going to school tomorrow; I will wander through the woods for a while. Seek my refuge for a matter of days. I have decided to not tell my parents due to the fact that they will intervene and ruin it for me. I don't know why they would bother; they wouldn't even realise I was gone until a few days after. I doubt they would even report me missing. I imagine that I must move away from my village and I know I must stay away from public places, near police, or family. All just common protocol... I'm so happy that this is finally happening.

Flapjack
August 15th, 2016, 01:42 PM
@Flapjack (http://www.virtualteen.org/forums/member.php?u=122060) ... This is a lot easier to do than some of my other stuff like poetry, so I'll keep doing these fictitious monologues for a while.

#6
Well I guess here is a question that no one would even imagine asking themselves: who even am I anymore? I just hide behind fake personalities and lies. It's horrible and if anything I should be paid well for the actress job I've gotten myself into with all this constant chopping and changing. My mother has definitely found my diary and she does not seem to plan on stopping with the unnecessary charm. I just hope she cuts it out before I make any plans of leaving. Makes it more awkward and difficult for me.

#7
I have decided to pack up my things and leave as soon as possible. There is not much longer I can wait before I will turn around and hit someone. School has been dreadful as usual, and there are people that are making me regret even getting up in the mornings these days... not that that's unusual. Something that I've just gotten used to. But it is more irritating than it normally is. I will just have to stay quiet and not retaliate; who knows what would happen after that.

#8
Tomorrow will be the day that I will leave. Instead of going to school tomorrow; I will wander through the woods for a while. Seek my refuge for a matter of days. I have decided to not tell my parents due to the fact that they will intervene and ruin it for me. I don't know why they would bother; they wouldn't even realise I was gone until a few days after. I doubt they would even report me missing. I imagine that I must move away from my village and I know I must stay away from public places, near police, or family. All just common protocol... I'm so happy that this is finally happening.
Totally didn't just see this... xD I love it Shanie!! More awesome fictitious monologues:)

Desynchronized
August 16th, 2016, 09:03 AM
//trigger warning: involves references relating to self-harm.//

"Untitled"

I'm done with the pain and sick of feeling tired
Back to square one with all the scars I've acquired
The self-hatred is all consuming and makes me feel dead
Those thoughts of you are now filling me with dread.

I wish I hadn't gotten too attached, you're like the others
I became close to your family, I'm friends with your mother
They all fucked me over in the end anyway or they left
And I'm the only one between us who is left bereft.

People are saying to me that it was you who did me wrong
But I know for a fact that's false, because you made me strong
I'm still going to be thinking about you for days on end
It takes a long time for the broken hearted one to mend.

Then again, the only thing that has been there for me is the blade
Given me support in the form of physical pain, it was a good aid
I always come crawling back to it, so don't call yourself special
It gives me a bit of satisfaction when I dance with the devil.

oh i really love this writings. It really touched me on inside. Wish i could write as good as you. You are great.

azure moonstone
August 16th, 2016, 09:09 AM
Your writing is really good, Shanie. While I don't identify too much with the self-harm, I can see a lot in the other things you have written here. Keep it up - you have a talent for this. :)

Meron
August 16th, 2016, 09:27 AM
Novelists and Writers read Shanie's post, they get amazed, and say in shock:

http://i0.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/facebook/000/852/286/9ac.jpg

nebula
August 16th, 2016, 10:36 AM
oh i really love this writings. It really touched me on inside. Wish i could write as good as you. You are great.

Your writing is really good, Shanie. While I don't identify too much with the self-harm, I can see a lot in the other things you have written here. Keep it up - you have a talent for this. :)

Thank you so much you 2! I am glad I can be seen as good haha, I never thought I was that decent. This inspires me to continue. :)

Novelists and Writers read Shanie's post, they get amazed, and say in shock:

image (http://i0.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/facebook/000/852/286/9ac.jpg)

*backhanded compliment accepted*

Amethyst Rose
August 17th, 2016, 11:26 PM
twentyonehorizons
You truly have a gift. Your writing is great, I can feel everything depicted in it. "Untitled" was really powerful. Looking forward to the next installment :)

nebula
August 18th, 2016, 07:33 AM
twentyonehorizons
You truly have a gift. Your writing is great, I can feel everything depicted in it. "Untitled" was really powerful. Looking forward to the next installment :)

Thanks, Richelle! New content *hopefully* coming soon. I'm currently on writer's block :rolleyes:

nebula
August 18th, 2016, 07:43 AM
Something a little different here, because I felt like ranting with a "back to school" theme ;)

"To My Teachers"

I know you guys want the best for me
And I'm really sorry that I don't follow your ideals
You say you hate teaching and all that it entails
Are you trying to make us hate you too?

The grounds always seem to be a mess
And you can't handle the more difficult students
Trying my best doesn't seem to be good enough
Are you trying to make us stressed out on purpose?

And the homework is completely another issue
When I do it, you say I've done it wrong
And there's more and more added on everyday
Are you trying to deprive me of sleep and friends?

Although you say my grades are bad
And that we're childish and petty towards others
I know you have all of our best interests at heart
It's hard to be a teacher, so thank you for teaching me.

Amethyst Rose
August 18th, 2016, 10:35 AM
Something a little different here, because I felt like ranting with a "back to school" theme ;)

"To My Teachers"

I know you guys want the best for me
And I'm really sorry that I don't follow your ideals
You say you hate teaching and all that it entails
Are you trying to make us hate you too?

The grounds always seem to be a mess
And you can't handle the more difficult students
Trying my best doesn't seem to be good enough
Are you trying to make us stressed out on purpose?

And the homework is completely another issue
When I do it, you say I've done it wrong
And there's more and more added on everyday
Are you trying to deprive me of sleep and friends?

Although you say my grades are bad
And that we're childish and petty towards others
I know you have all of our best interests at heart
It's hard to be a teacher, so thank you for teaching me.

Shanieeee! I love it, so true :D

Flapjack
August 18th, 2016, 11:09 AM
Something a little different here, because I felt like ranting with a "back to school" theme ;)

"To My Teachers"

I know you guys want the best for me
And I'm really sorry that I don't follow your ideals
You say you hate teaching and all that it entails
Are you trying to make us hate you too?

The grounds always seem to be a mess
And you can't handle the more difficult students
Trying my best doesn't seem to be good enough
Are you trying to make us stressed out on purpose?

And the homework is completely another issue
When I do it, you say I've done it wrong
And there's more and more added on everyday
Are you trying to deprive me of sleep and friends?

Although you say my grades are bad
And that we're childish and petty towards others
I know you have all of our best interests at heart
It's hard to be a teacher, so thank you for teaching me.
I love it :)

nebula
August 30th, 2016, 05:52 AM
I've had a massive case of the writer's block for a long long time!! :(

#9
Today has been very action-packed. It was hard to get away from everyone because it was light, but I did it. I now currently sit in the woods perched in someone's tree house while writing this. I got myself enough good to last for a couple of days, and I took a lot of money from one of my parent's drawers as well as a knife for protection. For now, I will relax and then I will start going further into the woods. I have all of the time in the world now, and I will soon find shelter. I know these woods well.

#10
I forgot that this place was popular with some of the kids in my area. I was wandering through the tall birch trees and other foliage and I saw some children a little younger than me in one of the many clearings on the outsides of the woods. I'm not yet deep into it yet so it didn't really surprise me much that this occurrence had happened. I may have to keep an eye out in case anyone recognises me.

I wonder how my parents and other school friends may be worrying about me, or not worrying about me in my case. I didn't bring my phone, because I knew eventually I may be swayed by their calls and text messages.

#11
I am actually surprised at my knowledge of simple survival skills. I can easily start a fire, and keep it going safely enough to keep warm if I need to. I have managed to find an abundance of berry bushes, and been including them into my daily diet so I am not too hungry. I have not seen a lot of animals in the forest yet apart from some deer; I am still yet to go further into the woods. Anyway, I don't think I am prepared to hunt yet until I am down to a life or death situation. I hope it never comes to that, anyway.

nebula
October 1st, 2016, 07:07 AM
/needtorevivethisthreadbeforeitslockedomg/

Sailing away, gliding on the water
My majestic maiden, keep me safe
For in my time of need I am in grave danger
From falling down into the deep ocean

No one can follow us anymore,
It is simply me and you my dear
So please, the only thing I am asking of you
Is to keep me afloat when I can't swim

The captain must not abandon his ship
And I will never leave you, always in my care
And should you ever need repairing
You'll never fall into someone else's hands

Oh, the adventures we've shared together
I lead you to many different spots on the globe
And you always manage to take us there
And I could never be more thankful, my darling maiden.

Amethyst Rose
October 1st, 2016, 11:33 AM
Hi Shanie,

Fab as always. I like how it is very simplistic yet carries a lot of weight. I'm glad you revived the thread :)

nebula
October 6th, 2016, 04:17 PM
As a little something-something, I decided to do short couplets of no more than 2 verses.

This first one kind of carries on with the nautical theme I had in my last post:

Feeling all alone in this godforsaken isolation
My withering brain is feeling out of it's depth
I'm drowning here on the spot without you
Trapped, restricted, with nowhere to go

It's like I'm in my own distorted reality
I'm in a constant state of dichotomy
Torn between left and right, where to go?
The dark is starting to close in on me

This second one completely stems off from the following theme, for reasons unknown (I just felt like it). It also has a very alternative speaker, with quite a childlike mindset:

Hands on the steering wheel, driving fast
The whole world is now at my capability!
I have harnessed my own powers and I'm in control
No one can stop me now!

Tell me what to do, I'll do the opposite
What makes you think you dominate me?
You're not the boss, and you never will be
No one can stop me now!

Amethyst Rose
October 6th, 2016, 04:26 PM
Oooh nice :)

godforsaken isolation
I love the way those two words click
What makes you think you dominate me?
You're not the boss, and you never will be

That's me :D

nebula
October 14th, 2016, 09:24 AM
I really kinda wanna write something in here but I have no themes ongoing... hm...

Amethyst Rose
October 14th, 2016, 09:55 AM
I really kinda wanna write something in here but I have no themes ongoing... hm...

Might I suggest keeping a notebook/document you can jot snippets of ideas in? That way when you reach a time like this you when you don't know what to write about, you can go back to those, choose one, and turn it into something bigger.

nebula
October 31st, 2016, 03:33 PM
Hah felt like writing some good ol' mythical character descriptions for Halloween:

I - Inraleth

https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/56/f9/f5/56f9f5e29283e034f4eba70514da0016.jpg

Her skin was the pale yellow of spring sunshine, and her long, blonde tresses were of a similar hue. It all seemed to fall perfectly into place; in small waves, like the ripples of a gentle sea. Tucked away from her face, for the primary reason of comfort, it also gave her the essence of girlishness and independence. However, her fringe lay about her forehead at a relaxed angle to still show her motives. Her face was gentle and sweet, and showed every sign of youth. Her dainty features included a pointy sleek nose; large, almond shaped eyes with an earthy brown iris; and slimline eyebrows which framed her young eyes. Her jaw was sharp with her naturally high cheekbones which gave her a regal stance.

Her figure was slim, but mature: she had a simple khaki suede corset of the period protecting her modesty, tied at the front with a delicate ribbon. Inraleth had donned the corset with light and airy cotton sleeves to protect her flax yellow arms from the sun. Her legs possessed a gentle skirt which flitted with the light draught which added to the feminity of her streamlined figure. Paired with dark opaque tights, wrapped with leather bands on her right thigh used as a pocket for a weapon, or potentially other supplies which could be of use to her. On her supple and agile feet laid knee high boots, of the same fabric which her corset was made from, to protect her lower shins from the elements.

For protection, she had equipped herself with only the lightest tools, for she was quick on her feet and needed to travel light all of the time. She carried an antique bow, a signature piece which must have been a part of a family heirloom. It was the staple piece of her character, and her personality seemed to orbit around this one bow. Made out of the finest metals, it was still lightweight and easy to use for her; however, it had started to show signs of age. Small notches had carved the curvature of the bow spine and the handle had started to show signs of wear.

nebula
December 12th, 2016, 11:07 AM
*brushes the dust off of this thread*

So, today in school we did our own description/narrative piece and I thought I'd share it with you guys :)

(NB: We did have a stimulus photo, but I can't seem to find it on Google, I'll edit it in here if I do find it.)

The sombre late morning of a Sunday in October had really gone to town with the traditional stereotype. The ordinary drab scenery in a rural patch in England had evolved even more: shrouded by fog, it was almost one of God's niceties to hide the borderline disgusting landscape. That day, the clouds had not been too kind - crying down onto the adjoining villages and hamlets, merciless and relentless. It was nowhere near seizing up.

Tick.

The clocks had risen to life, rejuvenated entirely. All in unison, every minute - every second. The clockworkers were on their rounds now; clocks slung to their backs, clinging for dear life to their tatty calico sacks. Garbled in their Wellington boots and chocolate brown courduroys, donning them as if it was their Sunday best. The old and worn windbreakers flapped in the near crippling icy wind, successfully completing their primary use: keeping the wearer warm in its gentle embrace.

Tock.

The lamps buzzed up erratically, their flipped filaments daintily hanging to their iron structures. It swung in the wind, squeakily; almost like a playful child eagerly kicking their chubby legs on their swingset. The amber glow was familiar to the eyes of the nearest clockworker: evident by his loving stare to the lamp, the reflection lighting up his almost forgotten irises like a starry night sky.

My teacher read it and she said that a thing I should improve on is my firm structure (so that I shouldn't lose clarity and control) and that I shouldn't let the creativity of the piece overly surpass the technicality and foundations of it :)

nebula
January 18th, 2017, 03:35 PM
Note 18/01/17 - moved "Autumnal Chills" to new thread.

nebula
February 11th, 2017, 10:11 AM
Thought I'd add in a mock question as revision for my English Language. :)

Write the opening part of a story about a place that is severely affected by the weather.

To my dismay, I wake up. Another day in this hell. I open my heavy eyes, and stretch my arms out of the array of buttercup yellow emergency blankets. My younger brother, James, was still clutched to my stomach, huddling for warmth. I daintily unlatch his arms from me, successful in keeping him asleep. He hated living in the wasteland as much as I did.

We were just lucky enough to get our own tarpaulin space, so we didn't have to share our already limited space with any strangers. Call me selfish, but we were all managing in our own ways. The little possessions we had were scattered in bags across the freezing floor: a few of yesterday's rations (James didn't feel like eating much, although he tried), some of the severely oversized clothing donated to us, and the heavy winter jackets and boots - also donated. I pulled on my clothes on top of the thermals I was already wearing, with the motive to head out to collect our rations, and a hot drink for James. Speaking of the devil, he was just rousing as I tied up the boots.

"Where... am I?" He bolted up, and looked around worriedly. He pulled the blankets up around him more as he shivered. His paranoia evaporated and his gaze fell downwards as he managed to recollect the situation that we were in. We had suffered from blizzards for days, and everyone who lived in our town had evacuated to the wilderness a few kilometres away. The snow was still bad, but our town was in shambles after an avalanche had wrecked everything. Barely anything was saved, except for the clothes on our backs. Our parents did not make it out in time, and are still reported missing. While my brother has hope, I do not.
"I won't be long, alright? I'll just go and get our rations from the main tent. I'll get you a hot drink too, it's much colder out here today. Just sit tight." I pull on my jacket - bright red, easier for me to be spotted - and open up the door of our tarpaulin. The snow had eased for now; it was for the best for me to go out while it was still like this. I grabbed our large flask, and headed outwards.

Crunch. Crunch. The crisp snow was fresh, and I was the first to mark it. Other people were just starting to wake up, as the icy winter sun was starting to beat down and light up the other tents and tarpaulins. When the emergency services came to save us, they handed out the tents, along with blankets, sleeping bags and clothes. An emergency hospital tent was also established, where rations were also given out to the survivors daily until something better could be done for us. But for now, this is what our life was like.

I trudged along the narrow pathway down to the tent, as it slowly came to view. More people were starting to emerge from the tents as I got closer, and trekking alone was hard. It took at least fourty minutes to scale across the wilderness towards the tent; we prioritised silence over resources. The masses were lined up, as a sea of people were struggling to get their resources early. To feed their families. To survive. Despite the dense population, there was silence. Just the sound of the collision of snow between boot. My left hand acts as a visor to the bright sun, and I look around. Turning around to see the mountain, a high pitched scream escapes my mouth as I see a tsunami of snow rushing towards us.
"QUICK!" I scream out, pointing to the oncoming avalanche, "EVERYONE DUCK!" The last thing I see is the ground as I fall to the floor, and force my eyes shut as I scream out:
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!"