The room is silent, as always. Nothing can be heard, aside from the soft rasp of pencil on paper. Words take form, joining various thoughts into one whole. On the outside, nothing is different from the average writer. To find what sets me apart, we must look deeper than the surface.
Inside my mind, images and ideas race about, sometimes colliding, sometimes not. This whirlwind is composed of everything I know, read, seen, heard, or thought of. It is here that my greatest works begin to form.
To show how thw whiirlwind works, let us have an example. During practice for spring track, I noticed a flock of geese. The image was transported to the whirlwind, where it collided with an old story about geese. From the whirlwind, the geese are then moved to the organized part of my mind, where they are placed under ideas.
As it so happens, I have to write a nature poem. The first thing that comes up in my search is the flock of geese and the story.
From here, the image has to become an idea. This process takes two days at most. When the idea is formed, I am now ready to write.
I always have paper nearby, just in case an idea hits. Pencils are a little harder. The perfect pencil channels my thoughts instantly. More on that below.
When I write, almost every oter bodily process that is nit vital is shut down. My brain disconnects almost all unneeded nerves. It creates a direct path for the story. The best pencils are able to extend the path right to the paper.
My entire self is given over to the idea. It becomes a part of me. There is no revising or editing, as it ruins the effect.
As I write, my mind is a few words ahead, working through my vast vocabulary, searching for the right word or phrase. As it turns out, with some pencils, I end up starting to write where my mind is, not where my hand is in the idea.
If I were to rewrite any of my ideas, it would be impossible. Once an idea is recorded, it is archived until I decide to expand it.
Inside my mind, images and ideas race about, sometimes colliding, sometimes not. This whirlwind is composed of everything I know, read, seen, heard, or thought of. It is here that my greatest works begin to form.
To show how thw whiirlwind works, let us have an example. During practice for spring track, I noticed a flock of geese. The image was transported to the whirlwind, where it collided with an old story about geese. From the whirlwind, the geese are then moved to the organized part of my mind, where they are placed under ideas.
As it so happens, I have to write a nature poem. The first thing that comes up in my search is the flock of geese and the story.
From here, the image has to become an idea. This process takes two days at most. When the idea is formed, I am now ready to write.
I always have paper nearby, just in case an idea hits. Pencils are a little harder. The perfect pencil channels my thoughts instantly. More on that below.
When I write, almost every oter bodily process that is nit vital is shut down. My brain disconnects almost all unneeded nerves. It creates a direct path for the story. The best pencils are able to extend the path right to the paper.
My entire self is given over to the idea. It becomes a part of me. There is no revising or editing, as it ruins the effect.
As I write, my mind is a few words ahead, working through my vast vocabulary, searching for the right word or phrase. As it turns out, with some pencils, I end up starting to write where my mind is, not where my hand is in the idea.
If I were to rewrite any of my ideas, it would be impossible. Once an idea is recorded, it is archived until I decide to expand it.
Ever since my family died down to be just me.... I`ve been alone since they died in a car accident. I got out fine (only with cuts and a migrane), but they died. I now live with my grandpa... but he doesn't get me..... I cut my self, dresss diffrently, and never really talk.
4 days after the funeral for my family.... I became Emo. But the day my Family died, something changed within me..... something good went rotten.
My Grandpa see's it, but ignores my pain and anger... only if that drunk driver that hit us was sober and never... spun out of control. Some day I hope his heart gives out and he dies in jail.
Does any one feel the same?
4 days after the funeral for my family.... I became Emo. But the day my Family died, something changed within me..... something good went rotten.
My Grandpa see's it, but ignores my pain and anger... only if that drunk driver that hit us was sober and never... spun out of control. Some day I hope his heart gives out and he dies in jail.
Does any one feel the same?
I live in my opinion possibly the most ghetto town in the United States, Pittsburgh. People have been committing suicide all over town. Population all over town has been decreasing, fast. Some of my friends were so depressed that they were thinking about "joining the crowd". I wouldn't live without my friends. I don't want my friends to go as well as my mom and dad. Yes, I'm an orphan. I've been an orphan for about three weeks. My friends have disappeared. I think they went to Clarion; but I could be wrong. There have been tons of fights at my school. Most of the people that were committing suicide were middle school and high school aged. I was getting really tired really fast. I climbed up in a tree and found a comfortable spot and fell asleep. Next thing I knew, I was tied up on a pole.
Sorry for cliffhangers....
Sorry for cliffhangers....
"No,no,no! Ponny, you're supposed to sound scared. like this, 'AAAA! The Coopestells! They're back!'" Hilisia said. She said the line terrifiying. Ponya rolled her eyes. "If I say it any more frighted, my eyes will pop out! And anyway, you're NOT the director. I'm doing it wrong when Mr.Figgsten says so." Ponya snapped back. "Ok girls, from the top!" The girls got ready. Then suddenly, Ponya stretched her arm out to Hilisia(Luci) And said, "Luci! LOOK OUT!" "What? What Brenda?" "AAAA! The Coopestells! They're back!" "EEEEEEK!" "RUN!!!" They both said. Then the scene ended as they ran off stage. "Perfect!" Mr.Figgsten yelled. Huffing and puffing, the girls came offstage. "Hey you guys I know it's short notice, but we will have to shoot the rest of the film in New jersey