Christopher Paolini (INHERITANCE CYCLE series) discussion

So, here you can post any stories you've written, art you've made, even videos of yourself singing or making music.

I'll post all my art attempts later, I'm too lazy right now

I sat at my desk. The rain pounded against my window. I sighed, while my eyes drifted down to a lined piece of paper, half full of my scribbles that were supposed to be writing my hand-writing. I started to read what I had written.

After reading it, I frowned. I moved my hand over to the paper and I crushed it in to a ball, then threw it across the room, which was covered with similar pieces. Thunder boomed.

I looked at a stack of paper on the corner of my desk. I reached out to get another piece of paper, but I decided against it. I put my elbow on the desk, put my hand into a fist, and leaned my head against it. I stared at the rain, listening to the booming of the thunder, and watching the flickers from the lightning. A raindrop slowly slid down my window.

I realized that me and the raindrop were not so different. Before I could think of why there was a sudden pounding at my door. I, startled, jumped up.

I started walking towards the door, my bare feet pressing against the wooden floor. Next to the front door was a window that i could look through to see who was at the door. I reached the window. I pulled away the curtain and I looked through the window. I couldn't see my visitor through the fog, the rain, and the night's mist.


Its in mah GR writing.

I like it! It's pretty good! May I give some constructive crit/suggestions?

I had called my friend several times now. I was really frustrated but… I waited for him to call me back. That was when his mom contacted me and told me my friend had gotten my calls and he just had a lot of schoolwork to do. So I went and checked my own school (he had the same type as me)… he shouldn’t have had any at all; to day was a day off. I was beginning- no correction- I WAS angry. That was when I learned his deep dark secret. He had trolls living in his house.

Now, trolls are really ugly- they have dirty green skin and are bald. Their hands always have mud under them. They’re also REALLY FAT! They never wear shoes so their feet have grime, mud, and FUNGUS on them! Whenever I see a troll I run but you usually smell them before you see them. They have hair under their arms and smell like…do you know when the farmers spray the cornfields and how it smells really bead? Well trolls smell EVEN WORSE! As we all know trolls have very small brains but lots of muscle. They are also strong, unintelligent, and greedy and can change their voices to sound like other people. So I figured the trolls bullied them so they could live there. Naturally, they couldn’t really say “no” to the trolls when they’re threatening to smash the house to pieces. So they let them in.

My calls had, obviously, been going to the trolls. I hurriedly called my friend’s secret phone. But, it didn’t really help seeing as the trolls weren’t just living there; they were in control- they had, in other words, taken over the entire house and found my friend’s secret phone. So now you know my tragic story, and why I never got to talk to my friend- the trolls refused to let me see my friend. Next thing I knew my friend was living in a cardboard box because the trolls took up too much room. To make matters worse…the cardboard box was hot pink.

Stephanie wrote: "I had called my friend several times now. I was really frustrated but… I waited for him to call me back. That was when his mom contacted me and told me my friend had gotten my calls and he just had..."

I thought you were ttalking about an actual event for a while, lol. I like it!

Tara wrote: "I like it! It's pretty good! May I give some constructive crit/suggestions?"

yep

My Epitaph-
Here lies Casey; she went quite mad,
But what a wonderful time in the asylum she had!

Yep. my LA teacher made us do one. this is what i did

lol!

Hmmm....I don't have much writing stuff. I do have a few poems - maybe I'll post my newest one later.

Ok, so I've only posted like four poems on Goodreads. Here's my most recent. It's really random cuz I wrote it in Study Hall when I had nothing to work on. Anyway, feel free to comment/critique if you want.

The Color of Evil

Blood is red
And red is blood
And blood means death, and shadow
So red, then, must mean darkness -
But shouldn't that be black?
In people's minds, at least,
red shows evil, and hate,
Yet it should mean so much more
Red is love -
the color of hearts -
and red is sunset and dawn
Red is jewels and flowers
And flowers are love
And jewels are wealth
So should not red be beauty?
Red is joy, not darkness-
Darkness is black.

But night is black
And black is night
And the night is moon and stars
They are peace and brightness and hope,
So how does night mean fear?
Black is the pupils of eyes -
eyes lead to the soul -
Black is water
and black is coals
Water is cool
Coals are warmth
And both must lead to calm
So if black is calm,
What color, then, is evil?
Evil has no shade -
Evil is shown elsewhere.

Thanks! I can make it have kind of a rhythm, but no music. I'm not very good at that. But my friend's dad is like a musical GENUIS!! He writes songs and can play any song on the piano, and he just randomly makes up little songs, and he can set any lyrics to music.