I'm writing two novels, I know what most people think (WHY!) but i've decided to do one hand written and work upon it at school, where one of my teachers is happy to look at and talk to me about the errors that I've done. Whereas the other novel I'm working on the computer which i would like people to read it and discuss whats good and bad about it. Anyway, I've copied and pasted this novel that I've begun from an animal crossing forum and here it is.
Chapter 1: The Frowning Mirror
The heat swarmed around me, wrapping me with comfort and content. I knew that this feeling that conflicted with my memories over the years would never end. But I still held onto the grains of willpower. Even if no-one else would. I glanced around New York city, home pagina to the stockbrokers living their lives in the riches and wealth of Greed and Pride. I spat at them. I mean, how can they live their life when all about them are losing themselves and becoming fragments of dust.
How...
Our president, Herbert Hoover, was everyones appel, apple of the eye catch, in that he promised us what the stockbrokers had. With every fighting breathe that he could muster. He was the promise that we all wanted. I gently placed my hand within my jas pocket, and pulled out a small black notepad, enscripted with the words "Diary". I flickered through the notepad until I reached a blank page. I withdrew my pen swiftly from my broek pocket and scribbled down the words "Not yet...".
"Hey Man" someone shouted from a distance. I could tell door the low tone of the voice that it was my good friend Harry Poutts. His hair was straighted back far enough to look like he was in a gang, however, this was not the case for the ex-stokebroker that had his dreams shattered many years ago. I placed the notepad and pen safely back into my pocket.
"Hey Harry, what u up to today then?" I replied politely but dazled door the sunlights blaze in my eyes.
"I've joined this book club, i-i-its really FUN!"
(Oh yeah, he's also stutters a lot due to an accident from the past)
"Cool, hey, wanna get some drinks before we head of"
"Sure, i-im gonna get drunker than an Irish bartender on a Saturdays night!"
"Haha, let's go"
As we walked off together down the streets, a calm wind blew that very same moment, almost as though a heed of warning.
The sweet aroma of hot dogs and fumes filled our panting lungs. My eyes twitched as though they had movement of their own. People hussled up and down the straat almost as though they had something meer important to do then the other person. I pulled out my cigarettes and lighter and began striking it. I threw the lighter back inside my crisp dry broek pocket and blew out poisonous gas from my cracked lips.
"Harry, how is your wife doing?" I zei abruptedly.
Harry eyes and eyebrows look down to the floor painfully.
"Sam, I mean no offence when I say this, but I don't think that this is the best time to talk about things like this now." Harry answered, with deep thought.
"I'm sorry, is it because-"
Harry nodded his head in confirmation.
"Oh" I said. "Sorry"
As we got to Lomans Road, I sensed a spicy taste of satisfaction as our eyes grew upon our sanctuary, Eddies Bar.
I would like to get some feedback so far so that I can carry on with it. If u have any vragen about what the novel is all about of what is happening, I'll be grateful to explain.
Chapter 1: The Frowning Mirror
The heat swarmed around me, wrapping me with comfort and content. I knew that this feeling that conflicted with my memories over the years would never end. But I still held onto the grains of willpower. Even if no-one else would. I glanced around New York city, home pagina to the stockbrokers living their lives in the riches and wealth of Greed and Pride. I spat at them. I mean, how can they live their life when all about them are losing themselves and becoming fragments of dust.
How...
Our president, Herbert Hoover, was everyones appel, apple of the eye catch, in that he promised us what the stockbrokers had. With every fighting breathe that he could muster. He was the promise that we all wanted. I gently placed my hand within my jas pocket, and pulled out a small black notepad, enscripted with the words "Diary". I flickered through the notepad until I reached a blank page. I withdrew my pen swiftly from my broek pocket and scribbled down the words "Not yet...".
"Hey Man" someone shouted from a distance. I could tell door the low tone of the voice that it was my good friend Harry Poutts. His hair was straighted back far enough to look like he was in a gang, however, this was not the case for the ex-stokebroker that had his dreams shattered many years ago. I placed the notepad and pen safely back into my pocket.
"Hey Harry, what u up to today then?" I replied politely but dazled door the sunlights blaze in my eyes.
"I've joined this book club, i-i-its really FUN!"
(Oh yeah, he's also stutters a lot due to an accident from the past)
"Cool, hey, wanna get some drinks before we head of"
"Sure, i-im gonna get drunker than an Irish bartender on a Saturdays night!"
"Haha, let's go"
As we walked off together down the streets, a calm wind blew that very same moment, almost as though a heed of warning.
The sweet aroma of hot dogs and fumes filled our panting lungs. My eyes twitched as though they had movement of their own. People hussled up and down the straat almost as though they had something meer important to do then the other person. I pulled out my cigarettes and lighter and began striking it. I threw the lighter back inside my crisp dry broek pocket and blew out poisonous gas from my cracked lips.
"Harry, how is your wife doing?" I zei abruptedly.
Harry eyes and eyebrows look down to the floor painfully.
"Sam, I mean no offence when I say this, but I don't think that this is the best time to talk about things like this now." Harry answered, with deep thought.
"I'm sorry, is it because-"
Harry nodded his head in confirmation.
"Oh" I said. "Sorry"
As we got to Lomans Road, I sensed a spicy taste of satisfaction as our eyes grew upon our sanctuary, Eddies Bar.
I would like to get some feedback so far so that I can carry on with it. If u have any vragen about what the novel is all about of what is happening, I'll be grateful to explain.
ON STORMY CLOUDS
I’VE SEEN HIM SIT
THIS DARK ANGEL FAIR
WITH FOLDED AND SHIMMERING
GOSSAMER WINGS
AND MOON BEAMS IN HIS HAIR
WITH BURNING EYES
TO EARTH HE SLIDES
SEEKING TO FEEL THE GROUND
THEN SPREAD HIS
RAVEN FEATHERED WINGS
CASTING HIS MAGICK SHADOW ‘ROUND
THIS ANGELS TOUCH
IS A COMFORTS SONG
SOFT AS A VELVET CLOAK
AND WHEN HE REACHES
TO RIGHT THE WRONG
HIS WORDS ARE FEELINGS SPOKE
ON HOOF AND WING, I WATCHED HIM SAIL
MY DARK ANGEL FAIR
TO SOME ARCANE ABODE
WE KNOW NOT WHERE
TILL HIS volgende ASSIGNMENT
AND THE FUTURE HAS BEEN FORETOLD
FOR THE LAST FLIGHT
THIS DARK ANGEL TAKES
IS A PIED-PIPERS GATHERING
FOR ALL THE SOULS HE’S TOUCHED
LISTENING TO THE SHADOWY
SONGS THEY’LL NOW SING
I’VE SEEN HIM SIT
THIS DARK ANGEL FAIR
WITH FOLDED AND SHIMMERING
GOSSAMER WINGS
AND MOON BEAMS IN HIS HAIR
WITH BURNING EYES
TO EARTH HE SLIDES
SEEKING TO FEEL THE GROUND
THEN SPREAD HIS
RAVEN FEATHERED WINGS
CASTING HIS MAGICK SHADOW ‘ROUND
THIS ANGELS TOUCH
IS A COMFORTS SONG
SOFT AS A VELVET CLOAK
AND WHEN HE REACHES
TO RIGHT THE WRONG
HIS WORDS ARE FEELINGS SPOKE
ON HOOF AND WING, I WATCHED HIM SAIL
MY DARK ANGEL FAIR
TO SOME ARCANE ABODE
WE KNOW NOT WHERE
TILL HIS volgende ASSIGNMENT
AND THE FUTURE HAS BEEN FORETOLD
FOR THE LAST FLIGHT
THIS DARK ANGEL TAKES
IS A PIED-PIPERS GATHERING
FOR ALL THE SOULS HE’S TOUCHED
LISTENING TO THE SHADOWY
SONGS THEY’LL NOW SING
19 December
It's been almost a jaar since Freak died. For a while, people always used to say to me, "I'm sorry." I hated that. I yelled at them, "Feel sorry for Freak! I'm still alive!"
They shouldn't feel sorry for me. Freak taught me what it meant to walk tall. He tought me that remembering is only an invention of the mind, and if u try hard enough, u can remember anything. I try to remember everything Freak told me; and sometimes, it works. Then it slips away.
For a while after Freak died, I went back to being the critter hiding out in Down Under. Then one day, it hit me, and hard. If I had died, I wouldn't want Freak to do what I was doing. I would want him to continue Freak The Mighty.
And that made all the difference.
I try to make Freak proud; maybe I'm even succeeding. I just know that Freak changed the way I saw things, and I owe him that much; to keep Freak The Mighty alive.
-Max-
It's been almost a jaar since Freak died. For a while, people always used to say to me, "I'm sorry." I hated that. I yelled at them, "Feel sorry for Freak! I'm still alive!"
They shouldn't feel sorry for me. Freak taught me what it meant to walk tall. He tought me that remembering is only an invention of the mind, and if u try hard enough, u can remember anything. I try to remember everything Freak told me; and sometimes, it works. Then it slips away.
For a while after Freak died, I went back to being the critter hiding out in Down Under. Then one day, it hit me, and hard. If I had died, I wouldn't want Freak to do what I was doing. I would want him to continue Freak The Mighty.
And that made all the difference.
I try to make Freak proud; maybe I'm even succeeding. I just know that Freak changed the way I saw things, and I owe him that much; to keep Freak The Mighty alive.
-Max-
This mermaid spell could work so be careful.you will need a cup of water and a lot of salt and also a necklace/bracelet the insructions are u are going to put the salt in to the cup of water and u put the necklace/bracelet in to the salty water and say this spell: mermaids mermaids here my plea I want a Mermaid tail and powers.mermaids mermaids this is my plea so make it come true. After u say the say the spell u put on the necklace/bracelet and thats it. But u don't get to choose your mermaid tail and powers.