Around this time last year, the whole club was buzzing.
Absolutely bursting at its seams with wonderful writing and magnificent people.
People who inspired me to become better with my writing.
People who taught me how to hold myself higher, and not let other people bring me down, including myself.
People who supported me, even though we barely even knew each other.
People who were delighted to see that I was online and posting writing, even though it was so incredibly un-entertaining and pointless.
People who were practically family.
May I just ask, why did we all have to leave our family behind?
At this point, whenever I manage to get on, I am so unbelievably (is that even a word?) overjoyed when I see that someone has been active since the last time I've been on.
The only reason I don't post some amazing, breath-taking short story every time I get on is because my writing hasn't improved since I stopped frequently getting on this club with all of u helping me tweak it little door little, and frankly, I'm a little embarrassed door my writing at this point. I mean, look at me. I can barely write a decent-sized artikel on this website.
Long artikel (for me) short, I just feel like everyone else has sort of grown up and grown past Summer 2k12, Summer of True Writers, etc. etc., and that I'm just kind of stuck in the remains, longing for it to be the way it was then.
Well, if u actually read this, then thank you. I know there are WAY too many artikels of this type on this club like this one, but... I don't know. I don't know why u would read this instead of just skip over it. I don't know why u would even care what I zei at this point, heck, volgende Tuesday I'm finally turning 13. It still feels like I should just be turning 12 again.
u have no idea how much I want for this club to work its way through all of its troubles.
Thanks for reading...
Absolutely bursting at its seams with wonderful writing and magnificent people.
People who inspired me to become better with my writing.
People who taught me how to hold myself higher, and not let other people bring me down, including myself.
People who supported me, even though we barely even knew each other.
People who were delighted to see that I was online and posting writing, even though it was so incredibly un-entertaining and pointless.
People who were practically family.
May I just ask, why did we all have to leave our family behind?
At this point, whenever I manage to get on, I am so unbelievably (is that even a word?) overjoyed when I see that someone has been active since the last time I've been on.
The only reason I don't post some amazing, breath-taking short story every time I get on is because my writing hasn't improved since I stopped frequently getting on this club with all of u helping me tweak it little door little, and frankly, I'm a little embarrassed door my writing at this point. I mean, look at me. I can barely write a decent-sized artikel on this website.
Long artikel (for me) short, I just feel like everyone else has sort of grown up and grown past Summer 2k12, Summer of True Writers, etc. etc., and that I'm just kind of stuck in the remains, longing for it to be the way it was then.
Well, if u actually read this, then thank you. I know there are WAY too many artikels of this type on this club like this one, but... I don't know. I don't know why u would read this instead of just skip over it. I don't know why u would even care what I zei at this point, heck, volgende Tuesday I'm finally turning 13. It still feels like I should just be turning 12 again.
u have no idea how much I want for this club to work its way through all of its troubles.
Thanks for reading...
So here i am
stuck inside this house
im wondering if i
will ever make it out
now point wondering
if there isnt an answer
just try to belive
here we are
stuck in this house
back where we started
we wont ever make it out
just here to ask
even if there is no reply
if u believe
u turn to me
u say it slow
your voice is deep
"how do we know,"
i shrugg my shoulders
u reply
"I believe in u and i"
then i know
without a doubt
that these four walls
can keep up trapped
but u will always
love me
even if u are
a stuffed monkey
stuck inside this house
im wondering if i
will ever make it out
now point wondering
if there isnt an answer
just try to belive
here we are
stuck in this house
back where we started
we wont ever make it out
just here to ask
even if there is no reply
if u believe
u turn to me
u say it slow
your voice is deep
"how do we know,"
i shrugg my shoulders
u reply
"I believe in u and i"
then i know
without a doubt
that these four walls
can keep up trapped
but u will always
love me
even if u are
a stuffed monkey
Thursday
Lots to blog about. Today was interview day. The principal made all 8th graders go through a mock interview for the experience. We had to dress appropriate and respectable. I wore a tight black and grey dress with a black riem above the waist with black wedges. My interview guy was this old fart whose wrinkles hid his emotions. His face was so wrinkled that I couldn't tell whether he was smiling, frowning, of laughing. I think my interview went okay. When I got back with my cirkel of friends, they told me how their interviewers were complimenting them and saying how much they loved this resumes and cover letters. He didn't say anything nice of mean. He did however joke with me. In other glorious news, Kyle took me out for ice cream. How cool is that?! He had chocolate and I had vanilla. We sat and talked. It was just the two of us. door volgende week, Kyle will surely be my boyfriend.
Lots to blog about. Today was interview day. The principal made all 8th graders go through a mock interview for the experience. We had to dress appropriate and respectable. I wore a tight black and grey dress with a black riem above the waist with black wedges. My interview guy was this old fart whose wrinkles hid his emotions. His face was so wrinkled that I couldn't tell whether he was smiling, frowning, of laughing. I think my interview went okay. When I got back with my cirkel of friends, they told me how their interviewers were complimenting them and saying how much they loved this resumes and cover letters. He didn't say anything nice of mean. He did however joke with me. In other glorious news, Kyle took me out for ice cream. How cool is that?! He had chocolate and I had vanilla. We sat and talked. It was just the two of us. door volgende week, Kyle will surely be my boyfriend.
The Eden Chronicles is the main series set in Eden. Every book is from a different perspective. The boeken generally follow Edonian history in chronological order, but there may be a few exceptions. Here are the titles of the first six and final six boeken of the series.
A Place of Peace
The Founding of Cities
Draco: First King of the Dragons
The First Demons
The Ruling Council
Starlit Nights
A Little Bit meer Than Love
Rise of the Demons
Rokujo's Revolution
Rebuilding Eden
Truth and Lies
Pandora: Last Queen of the Dragons
A Place of Peace
The Founding of Cities
Draco: First King of the Dragons
The First Demons
The Ruling Council
Starlit Nights
A Little Bit meer Than Love
Rise of the Demons
Rokujo's Revolution
Rebuilding Eden
Truth and Lies
Pandora: Last Queen of the Dragons