Writer's Block

Writer's Block. All writers hate it, but they can't seem to avoid it. It always comes back no matter what music you listen to and no matter how hard you try to shoo it away. It happens to the best of us, and you have to try your hardest to get past it. So I decided to write a story about writers block. Smart huh? So here it is. Tell me what you think.

Her pen lingered over the empty sheet of paper. Whole worlds, characters, and romances were just waiting to be dragged into existence, but the stories that normally flow out of her so easily and naturally were reluctant to come out of hiding. She looked around waiting for the inspiration that normally embraced her, but it was eluding her tonight. Her writing hand itched to sweep across the page and paint pictures on the blank surface, but nothing came.

She waited.

Nothing.

Frustrated, she slammed her notebook closed and scanned the room for inspiration but it was insisting on staying hidden. As if it was playing hide-and-seek. She could hear it calling but she had no means of finding it. She finally gave up and went to lay on her bed. Her stories would just have to wait till tomorrow. She could wait till then. Couldn't she?

Tell me what you think. R&R.

Moon Horse

I live next door to a horse farm called Coven Farm. And the people who run the farm never put horses in the pen closest to my house. But they placed one in there all this week, and I absolutely fell in love with it. Then, they took it away. I was so angry.

The horse was beautiful, it's coat was gray with white circles that looked like the craters on the moon. It looked like God had used a bit of the moon to paint his coat. I nicknamed it Luna (even though it's a boy). I was so upset when then took him away, when I saw the empty pen my whole day was ruined, and I don't even know what breed he is. Everyday when I walked home from school he would always look up right at me, it was the cutest thing. Now he is in the pen beside River Chase road. It isn't all bad, I can still see him but to do that I have to: leave my backyard into the road behind my house, walk up the road till I reach the farm, and stand on the side dangerously close to the cars driving by.

The view is great, Coven Farm has beautiful horses there. They have a russet colored one (who i think is a female), and midnight black one with a white star on his forehead. I have yet to name them all. I'm gonna take pictures to show you maybe even place Luna and the horses in one of my stories.

The full moon illuminated a small clearing shrouded in a thin sheet of mist. I could see the vapor of my breath rise as I breathed in and out. I wasn't sure what I was doing here, I wasn't sure if I was dreaming or not. The cold wind blowing around me seemed to real to be a dream. I was pondering this when a movement at the other end of the clearing caught my attention. A horse stepped into the clearing. It's coat was gray with white circles that looked like the craters on the moon.

The Moon horse trotted closer trough the mist, leading two others out from the safety of the forest. The two followed the Moon horse slowly, coming closer, cautiously, step by step. One, black as midnight the other, red as flame. The Midnight horse whinnied his disapproval when the Moon horse came closer. I shivered and wrapped my arms around my torso trying to keep warm. The Moon horse rubbed his nose on the side of my face. I closed my eyes wishing I could be back in my warm bed, not under the full moon in an empty clearing with three mysteriously beautiful horses.

What do you think. Remember R&R. Thank you, I'll post more tomorrow.

She Wolf (for lack of a better title)

Hey guys!

Look at that. I survived for another entry.

This was a spare of the moment thing. I wrote it after my H.O.P.E test. I was thinking of White Fang and I was inspired. It also helped that this girl sitting in front of me was drawing wolves ripping each other to shreds. So enjoy tell me what you think. It's a bit violent but poetic.

Don't forget read and review. R&R ;)




She stood there, towering over her brothers, standing in a pool of blood. Satisfied, she sat back on her haunches, threw her head back and let rip from her throat the sound that had been made by all her ancestors before her.

She howled in victory. She had defeated the ten, fully grown, male wolves, that lay panting and bleeding in the scarlet snow at her feet. She walked, stiff legged, daring them to challenge her. And after one last feral snarl, she lowered her head to devour her prize, relishing in the victory that was the beginning of more to come.

I didn't think it would be so short. It was longer on my paper.

Introductions

This is my very first blog and I'm very new at it so take it easy on me. I was encouraged to post my stories when my friends found some drabbles I had written.

Well, I guess I'll start off with telling you a bit about me.

I'm a teenage writer with WAY too much time on her hands.

I like to think of myself as a free spirit, I do things my way and I can't be held down. If I want something, I will do whatever it takes to get it.
In this blog I'm posting chapters of fictions that I'm writing, random drabbles that I come up with, and things that I just need to get out of my system.

I ramble, I drabble and I write.

Your feedback is greatly appreciated, so leave a comment.

Here's a little bit about moi that you might want to know.

I just survived my freshman year of high school. Unfortunately I didn't learn my lesson the first time around so I'm diving into my sophomore year.
I'm a major art freak and a major music junkie and you'll never see me without some form of music. Whether it be my phone, my i pod, or my stereo, I'm never without my music.

I wrote my first story when I was nine and I've been writing ever since. I've written countless short stories, I like to think I'm good at it.
But, I'll let you be the judge of that.

One day, I'll be as big as J.K. Rowling or Stephenie Meyer, and have my books made into huge box office movies. But until then, I'm just a regular girl armed with a lap top, a notebook and a pencil tucked behind her ear.

This is a small drabble I threw together. Tell me what you think.



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The day was almost over. The position of the small, black, minute hand was taunting me, moving slower and slower. I was growing restless, tapping my pencil in time with the never ending tick of the red second hand.
tick, tick, tick, tap, tick, tick, tick, tap
Then after what seemed like an eternity the bell rang, signaling the end of another prolonged day. The shrill ring interrupted the teacher, relieving her of the lecture that would have other wise lasted the rest of the year.
The rustle of papers being stuffed into a backpack, chairs sliding across the tile,and feet running to the door quickly followed the bell. My breath came out in a rush, as if I had been holding it in the whole period. I rose slowly, gathering my books in my arms, and walked to the door. I pushed hard. Eager to embrace the freedom that awaited me on the other side.

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What do you think? Like it? Hate it? Think I'm wasting my time? Comment.