The Pen Is Mightier Than The Sword discussion

writing excerises!
Think up something on the spot and write it down! Just a simple sentence. Perhaps it describes your surroundings, perhaps how you feel now!
Don't forget to comment on others!

(This is about my pen)
A spot of midnight blue ink dribbled from the silver point blotting onto the paper in a perfect circle. It seemed to yearn for the light blue lines on my loose leaf, wanting to fill it up with carefully crafted words.

(wow, I got lost in its dreamy eyes)

The window all most seemed as if it were crying, as I was the rainy night i found out Hunger Games wouldn't come out on DVD till august.

(i COULDN"t HELP MYSELF!)

(aww lol)

I peered down at my toes, little pebbles of peach in the sand that curled around them, warm and soft,

I stared at the man, his shoes macacored with blood, his sinister stare tole me it was time

The shine of sweat on the mans bald head was the only sign of his imminent doom.

His mouth had missing teeth, and a smell of death, and hate.

The dog clutching a bone, the bone his owner once told him to go fetch. To "Go get your bone!" As he said, with a smile. Snoopy would get the bone, oh he would. He'd go crazy, shaking his head around made him feel like a bull, but the growls from his throat made him feel as strong as a wolf. The dog stared at the chair, the chair his owner once sat in. The one where he sat on his lap, thinking he was a small pup again, felt like it too. But he was only a lab, a plain white one, well thats what the weird silver thing showed him. That chair, would never be sat in once again. The dog would never get told to find his bone again.

Sorry if its long..

I don't get it.

Why not?


Her long arms reached up into the eternal blue sky, fingertips almost scraping the sun. The ball came into view and she yelled as her arms snapped forward. 'SMACK'

Lucy ~My fries!~ wrote: "I don't get it."

He's dead, the owner.

The hand reached out and grabbed me, and the skulls eyes started glowing horribly.

Chills run up through my spine as I walk nearer, I clutch my sword and take a deep breath, look at the moon for the last time and hope for the best.

♥Angel♥ ~I love Finnick Odair,& Andrew Garfield♥. wrote: "Lucy ~My fries!~ wrote: "I don't get it."

He's dead, the owner."

I get it now.

ℂᖺᗩᖇᒪἷᙓ ❀Gale❀ wrote: "Why not?


Her long arms reached up into the eternal blue sky, fingertips almost scraping the sun. The ball came into view and she yelled as her arms snapped forward. 'SMACK'"

lol

I was watching volleyball on the Olympics :p

The ocean seized and swiveled toppling the bystanders. Out of the depths of the blue and gray sea rose a monster no nightmares could have pictures.

ℂᖺᗩᖇᒪἷᙓ ❀Gale❀ wrote: "I was watching volleyball on the Olympics :p

OH GOD! Your killing me!

As I stand on the piles of ash and rubble that was once my home, I somehow know I'll make it out of here alive. It's a cold night, much colder than any other I've experienced, but I don't feel anything besides my heart slamming into my ribs, feeling as if I try to calm down, everything will blow away.

That's a feeling I had in a dream. Well, more like a nightmare.

I am so tired, but if I stop, I will be killed, I can't leave my family, who needs me. A cluster of emotions pound in my head, I start to cry.

I clacked away as fast as my little fingers could fly over the buttons. short, short, short, short. Pause. Short Pause. Short, long, short short Pause. short, long, long, short. I prayed to God someone was receiving my urgent cry for help.

i then saw aa man with a large gun, a bullet went threw my head, and died. period.

I stared in rapture at the small reptilian thing on the floor.

For this was she and she was watching, laying there, on the curved bed, covering her bosom, showing you just enough to make you crazy, yet no one could really become so, as she wasn't really there.

The book smelled of covert meetings and well-kept secrets, the yellowed pages a muddled mess of unsolvable enigmas.

The One That Got Shot

Nightmares, Nightmares, thats all I see. My mommy getting shot, by a group of three. They scramble and run, and I'm left with a gun. No matter how much I hate, how much I cry, I cannot be, a killer of the night. I cry, and hold her body still. No matter how many times I cry, she will never be alive, not even by a pill. I sit alone in class, staring and wondering. If my mother will ever be, among the living, running and being funny. Even though its only a dream, my biggest nightmare feels pretty real to me. I hug her close, as the morning rose. I will never forget, the nightmares of the three, and how I was meant to be.

The One That Got Shot.

I really should stray from this topic. I mean it DOES say sentences.. But a sentence doesn't seem enough to me!>:o

Hearts are like glasses of wine. The red liquid inside flow throughout you, but you must be careful with it, or else it will smash into a thousnd pieces and never be the same.

He just stared at me, with midnight black eyes. You could barely tell his iris from his pupil. You to look really close, then i realized, i was actually getting closer. i was walking up to the man ever so slowly. I tried to stop, and i tried to look away from his eyes. His very dark, cold,eyes that where some how inviting, it was like they were screaming come here and take a closer look. i couldn't stop, i just kept gazing into his eyes and slowly walking forward.

Kara wrote: "He just stared at me, with midnight black eyes. You could barely tell his iris from his pupil. You to look really close, then i realized, i was actually getting closer. i was walking up to the man ..."

oh fur, i can't do anything short. *sigh*

Kara wrote: "Kara wrote: "He just stared at me, with midnight black eyes. You could barely tell his iris from his pupil. You to look really close, then i realized, i was actually getting closer. i was walking u..."

I feel your pain XD

(I can't do anything long!)

The sun was bright enough to turn the world around me into a dizzying landscape of white, the midday light was reflecting off the fresh snow in the field.

(that's how I felt today) Trapped. I feel trapped. In this world, this world of new. A book.

The chocolate sat, untouched on the counter and my fidgety hands could not stop from creeping across the stone. Yum.

Fur so soft, it's like what imagine a cloud would feel like, you minus all the water. Her little pink nose cold to the touch.

ℂᖺᗩᖇᒪἷᙓ ❀Gale❀ wrote: "The chocolate sat, untouched on the counter and my fidgety hands could not stop from creeping across the stone. Yum."

I loved you sweetness, but your now sweet you my my but fat, I tired of these games! Self control down the drain! Baby, I'm so done with that....I found a new love, a natural true love, it comes from a little green leaf! Zero caliorie guilt free! No artifuicalality! My skinny jeans zip in reileif!

I couldn't help myself. Truvia add

Lol I like truvia

The familiar smell of good, home cooking, wafted up the creaky staircase into my room, causing me to stench my arms with a sigh, filling my nose with happy memories of long nights around the kitchen table.

The floral scent of the roses tickled my nose as I inhaled deeply of the clean, fresh air; filling my lungs to capacity before freeing the spent oxygen with the soft, rushing sound of a sigh.

My fingers tensed and spasamed, my nails stretching over my skin, scratching burning, my lungs sieze up and my vision flares.

(My reaction from reading a chapter of twilight)

((HAHAHAHAHAH))

(:p)

((Hey, mine too!))

The night dark, causing moonlight to eat at her eyes. She blinked, once, twice. But the water didn't stop flooding her throat. No matter how much she thrashed about, the arms still held her in the shiny pond.

The dawn creeps overhead as he walks towards her house. Maybe she was right. Perhaps he should have given himself more time, as he was right well out of it. At least soon he would be safe.

She heard the phone call, dropped the phone. Maria ran down the hall and put her head on his pillow. She cried all night didn't stop unless to rub her pregnat belly. He husband was gone. There son left to grow up without his father.

(her husband died serving in the war)

Hunched on my knees, I felt the tears sliding down my face to land on our entwined hands. I held her head in my lap, hoping; praying for a miracle. Stroking her soft, dark hair, I watched the life bleed out of her, pooling on the white marble floor. I sat and witnessed her once bright, sparkling eyes gloss over with the haze of death.
My miracle was not forthcoming.

The rest is all a blur.

(at first I was like "Hunger Games?")

There is no experience like falling. It's so magical, the closest I could get to flying, yet also terrifying, because I know the ground is waiting for me. So I sigh, close my eyes, and wake up.

Master of Puppets (I'm pulling your strings) wrote: "There is no experience like falling. It's so magical, the closest I could get to flying, yet also terrifying, because I know the ground is waiting for me. So I sigh, close my eyes, and wake up."

(I like!c:)

(me too)