What the Future Holds (Chapter 2)What the Future Holds Chapter 2What the Future Holds (Chapter 2) by OmniscientTurtle
"That was the coolest thing ever!"
Little Octavia skipped out of the passage from the best experience of her life. It certainly beat the orchestras her parents had dragged her too so many times before, and she pondered whether or not it beat Hearth's Warming Day. Her favorite part had been when they pierced through the clouds into the eternally sun-filled skies above, during which her face had been plastered against her window so as not to let a single moment pass where she was not peering into the brilliant aether. Trying to keep her eyelids open permanently had proven to be a small obstacle in this endeavor.
Looking from 30,000 feet in the air out onto her old homeland, she had realized just how dreary it was, though that might have just been the rainclouds affecting her interpretation. Either way, she was somewhat glad to no longer live in Germaney. It had always been kind of boring; she was hoping that Manehattan might
What the Future Holds (Chapter 1)What the Future Holds: Chapter 1What the Future Holds (Chapter 1) by OmniscientTurtle
"Octavia, would you please stop making those atrocious noises?"
The little filly instantly ceased her imaginary airplane impression at her mother's order, silently bring her flailing forelegs down. A pestered expression replaced the dumb smile that had been there a few moments ago. She proceeded to rest her elbow on the edge of the windowpane of the back seat of their car, letting her gaze drift to the soft rain falling outside. Her eyelids fell to half-mast, boredom taking over in mere moments. Without the permission to make any more noises, she needed something to bide her attention, and the buildings flying past her vision seemed perfect for that.
Her mother let out a sigh. "Look, I know you're excited dear, but please, try to relax. We wouldn't want ourselves looking like some sort of ruffians to our fellow travelers."
She knew that, but how could she not be
poem for the girl who told me life was meaninglessevery winter, it freezes so unforgivinglypoem for the girl who told me life was meaningless by MisfitableGrae
that i can never believe that next spring
there will be flowers bursting from the soil.
but i know you don’t care
about that. you want footprints in
stone, but all your shores are filled only with
sand and i understand why you said what you said but
i know a man who drove trucks in Vietnam
and now drives a bus full of children to school
every morning. don’t tell me that doesn’t mean
anything, not when i’ve seen the way his hands
grip the steering wheel, knuckles white tight.
not when he carries pictures of his grandkids in his
wallet, like dog tags around his neck.
we have built civilizations on these salted fields.
don’t tell me that doesn’t mean anything,
when it’s the only holy thing i have ever seen.
we have survived. we will keep surviving. we
wear our humanity like uniforms we never hang up.
our wars are never over—we will
always find a cause good enough to hope for.
and i look at the vetera
10 Requirements for Writing a Publishable Novel10 Requirements for Writing a Publishable Novel10 Requirements for Writing a Publishable Novel by JosephBlakeParker
Today, I would like to announce a project that I hope all of you will be as excited to be a part of as I am. As you all know, my writing guides and tutorials have been rather random, as I was still testing the waters of the internet. I wanted to know if anyone could possibly be interested in what I had to say about the craft of writing, and I was overjoyed to see all of your enthusiasm. And so, I would like to announce that I will be shifting gears with my articles, and attempting to create a step-by-step manual so that ANYBODY who is willing to put forth the work, can learn to write a professional-quality novel. But before we undertake this project, I should let you know that there are certain requirements of you in order for such a guide to work.
Requirement 1: You must believe that you can learn to be a proficient writer.
If you doubt that you will ever create anything worth publishing, you create a self-fulfilling prophecy. And I'm no
Not much to say. I'm just a guy who likes writing, a little bit of sketching, but mostly viewing the amazing creations others have to offer. Would greatly appreciate any and all criticism on what I do eventually post. Thank you!|
Oh yes, and I am in fact a brony. Proud to be one too.