A Writers Tale

So I've failed to do this 30 day challenge... maybe I will continue it.. but honestly it's just been taking my passion out of writing. I agree that in order to get where we wish to go in life it requires consistent work and effort, my personal struggle is in maintaining a balance in life. Knowing what to prioritise, knowing how to use my energy sparingly.... I find it absolutely amazing that people can take on so much within their days, that they can push themselves to do so much and to utilise their time so well...  Now I know, we all have the same 24 hours in a day and yet I find it amazing how we all apply ourselves differently in that time, we prioritise differently, we integrate our wants and needs within our schedules and I think maybe some of us need more rest than others...  I work around so many people in my average days and I absolutely love my job but due to my nature as a human, I do need time to process all the stimuli I am around in your average days... I am l...

Day 13 Think of the worst pain you've ever felt. Now give your protagonist a papercut and over-exaggerate the pain using your own descriptions. I can't see through the streams of salty liquid spilling from my eyes, all that I see is a blur of colours and blemished shapes. My stomach is turning repeatedly as if I am going up and down at speed in a broken elevator and my heart is beating faster and harder than I ever knew could be humanly possible without going into cardiac arrest. I can hear the pulses of each beat in my ear drums. I have been sick twice already and I still feel nauseous. I have debated slicing my wrists to end the torture... "Down the river not across the stream" I remind myself, although people tell me that my actions would be extreme and that it would be selfish for me to take such drastic measures, but it hurts so much. I guess, instead I'll just curl up in a ball and snivel myself to sleep. Why would it come to this? How could I let th...

Sometimes the past can catch up with us, Sometimes good people are lead to do stupid and ridiculous things. Like feigning friendship in aid of revenge, Slithering snakes liable to infect you with venom, Who come to your side to drain you of your energy and resources, Claiming friendship is their goal when clearly being a thief of time is their one true calling, Preying on the goodness of one's heart, For the sake of what? To occupy their free time in hell. Sometimes people tread the waters of the unknown, They put themselves in situations they do not fully understand, Living free of responsibility, with a complete lack of understanding and drive, Summoning and making deals with entities for the good of the brotherhood. Yet not realising that what goes around comes around, Some people do a good job of creating illusions of happiness. They lead people into the depths, To find their doom and darkness, To be dragged down deep and to be sucked into the void. So the nex...

Day 12 Take the first line of your favorite novel. Remove and replace the nouns and verbs, and write a story that begins with your new line. Delete the first line. "The alchemist picked up a book that someone in the caravan had bought. " The alchemist traced his fingers over a book that someone in the caravan had hidden under the supplies. How foolish of that young traveller, the alchemist thought; to hide such valuable books in obscure places and assume nobody would find them... Or did the alchemist have it wrong? Maybe this is exactly what was meant to happen... The soul of the universe communicates in such ineffable ways, and the alchemist was more than aware of the nature of existence. The leather bound cover was in amazing condition, the gold laced over the cover conveyed an intricate pattern and symbols completely unbeknownst to the alchemist… A feeling of familiarity washed over him as he traced the cover, he recognised these symbols but he couldn't re...

So, I'm losing my passion for writing. I don't feel any desire whatsoever to write so instead of doing the challenge I think I just need to write about what I know and what I know is that right now, I don't feel like I can write about anything rather than this. Lunar ran out today, she has yet to return. I am slightly worried because we're right next to a train track, hopefully she's street smart enough to make it home. I don't know if it's the cannabis and alcohol from last night speaking but I feel pretty damn... dampened? like my fire has been put out... I almost want to conjure up more fire by blaming everyone but nobody is responsible for my irresponsibility with fire. It saddens me what is happening in Brazil... my grandad has informed me that apparently the amazon rainforest provides 5% of the oxygen in our atmosphere. Only a matter f time before the norm on this planet is to walk around with a gas mask and to live in an oxygenated base, li...

Day 9 Turn a Tweet into a haiku . So... I'm not a Twitter-er and as such I have no clue who or what or where to find such things as "tweets". BUT  I can develop an understanding of what a Haiku poem is. Traditional Haiku Structure The structure of a traditional haiku is always the same, including the following features: There are only three lines, totaling 17 syllables. The first line is 5 syllables. The second line is 7 syllables. The third line is 5 syllables like the first. Punctuation and capitalization are up to the poet, and need not follow the rigid rules used in structuring sentences. A haiku does not have to rhyme, in fact usually it does not rhyme at all. It can include the repetition of words or sounds Five syl-a-bles makes The first line of a haiku. Poetry varies. I do not twitter, It does not do much for me, No need to twitter. First, five syllables, Second, I type seven more, Then another five! Beau...

Day 8 Take a nondescript sentence such as, "How are you?" Write the same line from at least five different points of view. "How are you?" You alright?  How are you feeling? Are you good? Are you okay? How do you feel today? Is everything okay? "What do you think?" Share your thoughts. Where does your mind wander? What is your opinion on the matter? Penny for your thoughts. He exchanged a confused glance as if requiring explanation/ What is on your mind? Where does that thought train go? Edit: I misunderstood what was meant by point of view "What do you think?" "What does he think?" "Where did her mind wander?" "What did I think?" "What were they thinking?" "What is on your mind?" Taken from: 30 Day Writing Challenge

Week 1 Write a poem, style of which... you decide! Able to Create a way of Remembering Other Sorts and Types of Incredible Creations, Patterns Of which Every Thought is Rhythmically Yours to remember To be Happy As Never Known Yet to be Overly Understanding Taken from: The 52-Week Challenge Different types of poems

Day 6 Think of your favourite food. Try to make it sound as disgusting as possible. Forced to eat this godforsaken meal yet again.  Who ever decided to mix all these saucy ingredients all together in one dish was an absolute imbecile, it just seems to melt on a plate... A sad excuse for a meal! That blend of acidic, garlic-y, tomato sauce and mince meat... Such a disgusting mix. It just ends up being a chewy gooey pile upon your plate and don't get me started on the mushrooms! Who the heck decided to pick a fungus and cut it up and eat it! It's like chewing on slugs for god sake! As if it couldn't get any worse the Italians were silly enough to make sheets of pasta! As if pasta wasn't annoying enough to eat in the first place, with it's chewy and chalky texture... it doesn't even taste of anything! Blech! Why anyone would cook with pasta, I will never know... what a way to ruin a perfectly good mixture of ingredients!  This brings me to m...

A Peculiar Profile - The cosmic reality of the Rarr... What is the Rarr you ask? Or rather Who? The Rarr, my beautiful readers, is a little etheric ball of light, whom of which exists within the realms of the Fae... This overly excitable and energetic little ball of illuminescense has a tendency to bounce around from place to place with much enthusiasm. The Rarr takes great enjoyment in following a solid routine of no routine... That's right... Similar to the pattern of numbers in the decimal sequence of pi... The Rarr never repeats it's sequences twice and because of this the Rarr finds itself in some beautifully exciting, psychedelic yet chaotic situations... Often times, provoking the chaos in those very situations!! Now, if the rarr were a human, that human would most certainly get into some very difficult places and definitely would not be able to get out of those situations with much ease! After all, we humans have to deal with more boring, trivial, mundane, ground-b...

A Faerie Tale - The River and the Gnome King One bitter winter morning, the Gnome King made his way to the forest and sat by a grand Oak tree beside the everflowing river... On this day, the Gnome King was in fact fishing for his future wife and well... Quite embarrassingly he mistook the flow of the river for that future wife! He spoke to his reflection in the waters, he spoke about taking action in the rivers flow... He believed that the flow was why he would find that wife, for much of life was sustained within the flow of a river and he knew his goal and if there was one place he could find his future wife, he knew it would most definitely be within that river... What he thought to be his future wife that day was actually his fishing wire getting caught under a rock and pushed into place by the flow of the river, he tried to reel her in. Muttering under his breath, "Come on... I've got you... I know I have!" To the Gnome Kings humble surprise, the fishing wire...

A Tale of New Beginnings - The Flow of Adventure There was once a girl very confused about the world... She was a very intelligent being, with an impressively broad mind and a curious set of interests... She found understanding within; and easily developed her abilities towards most things... She was talented but also misdirected. She could grasp complex mathematics, she understood very elaborate scientific theories, she could understand the complexities of human behaviour and interaction, she could also find truth in pretty much everyone and everything, she saw patterns and connections in absolutely everything.... Her mind was so open and her possibilities limitless. As amazing as this must sound and look to those who hear her story and see her talents... It was a crippling experience for her... She would frequently become lost in her world of unlimited understanding and inner knowledge... She felt isolated by her expansive mind, because in this world you can not do it all, all ...