This is just a little board so that I can post all my miscellaneous pieces of writing on here.

 

Let the criticism begin!

 

 

 

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Winter Cold

 

 

 

The snowflakes fell from the sky, dancing in the wind, twisting the snowflakes in a veil of white.

 

I shivered in the bitter cold, shaking the snow from my soft black hair as I did so.

 

The trees beckoned me with their thin, wiry branches, the wind calling me softly.

 

It seemed as though they were aware of what would happen next, urging me to continue with haste.

 

I huddled myself closer in my fur coat, the air turning to vapour with every breath I took, clawing at the atmosphere around me.

 

Hesitantly, I took a step closer towards the trees. The bark of the trees had flaked down onto the moist forest floor, a twisted reunion with the dry leaves of its once lush home.

 

But winter had forced its way into this miserable, deadened forest, the blanket of snow creeping its way in.

 

 

 

It was time.

 

My fingers grappled around the insides of my coat. Finally, I grasped it.

 

I wasn't really sure if I was ready, but a moment of insanity helped my and pull it towards my head.

 

Hands shaking, I gasped as I slowly squeezed the trigger.

 

The next few moments felt like an eternity, my body slowly falling towards the damp floor.

 

Images flashed through my mind, reflecting my pitiful life.

 

Anger, brutality, hate. Love.

 

I hit the floor, crimson red blood staining the beautiful white snow.

 

I took my last breath, smiling to myself.

 

Eternal rest.

I love the sound of a heartbeat

 

Chest pressed against my ear

 

Slow-paced breathing

 

 

 

I love the feel of her lips

 

Moulded against mine

 

Gentle touch

 

 

 

I love the sound of a scream

 

Shredding through silence

 

Endless nights

 

 

 

I love the feel of a knife

 

Slicing through her skin

 

Forever mine

 

 

 

[Note]

Her fragile heart fluttered inside its cage,

 

She looked up and blushed.

 

His gaze stared right into her soul.

 

She shivered in the night.

 

 

 

He wrapped his arms around her,

 

Holding her tightly in their last embrace.

 

Warmth and passion pulsated through his veins,

 

"I hope this moment never ends," he whispered softly.

 

Twisted in his arms and locked in his caress,

 

She began to weep.

The first two are so dark...

 

 

 

but i see real potential in your writings. You use so much description and in places it seems to flow naturally but it seems as if you are trying to over excel and be something else, the feeling is there, but crowded by words you don't feel. either that or i'm full of bs, probably the second.

 

 

 

Anyways, keep it up :thumbup: i would love to hear more, even if they are so dreary and violent.

Guess they're ok...But this ain't RSOF,and there's no word limit...It just makes it difficult for (I'll shut up if its just-) me to read.

I can't write long stories >_>

Short stories are good. They keep my intrest for long enough for me to finish them. :

Those are pretty good.

 

And, by the way - You CAN'T do anything, you just won't try.

 

Try/practice, and you will succed.

I like 'em. Seems like you just have fun while writing, I like that.

 

 

 

EDIT: I think the guy over me means you *can* do anything, not you can't.

Nub.

 

Keep it up. :thumbup:

I like 'em. Seems like you just have fun while writing, I like that.

 

 

 

EDIT: I think the guy over me means you *can* do anything, not you can't.

 

XD

 

Meh, I can't do anything.

 

But yeah, you're right, I only write for fun.

 

 

 

Somehow my stories always end up morbid? I don't know why. I have a fascination with writing about stuff like that. It's just.. easy. o_o

When you become famous, remember me. D:

 

 

 

(I love the third one.)

I'm working on this. Started writing it at the start of the week but I really really don't know what to do with it.

 

 

 

I found him curled up in a ball. He looked up at me with his sickeningly beautiful hazel eyes, tears strewn upon his face.

 

He was ashamed.

 

 

 

He pleaded with his eyes, they whispered for help. His arms dropped to his sides as he sobbed for redemption, the knife slowly finding its way onto the floor. My throat burned as I screamed at him, selfish, selfish boy. He writhed in agony at my words, his soft wet eyes now hidden under his dark brown hair.

 

 

 

[hide=Maybe?]He never realised that I would do anything to protect him from the world that refused to understand him - but I would. I advanced towards him, confusion painted on his face as I picked up the knife, and stroked the blade with my manicured fingers. I shivered with pleasure as I felt the blade slice through my skin, letting the blood drip onto the bodies that he had murdered - the bodies of his family. I could not watch him be punished for this act by the heartless would that had neglected him. I must take the fall to protect him.

 

 

 

I slowly thrust the knife into his fragile body and watched the light from his beautiful eyes slowly die down. Oh, how beautiful his eyes are.[/hide]

The result of forgetting I had to write a poem for English and then making it up two minutes after class started.

 

 

 

I stared at your eyes hesitantly

 

They ate my nerves while my

 

Eyes drifted to your delicious pink lips

 

 

 

I kissed your lips delicately

 

They pressed against mine while

 

I cradled your body

 

 

 

I held your hand awkwardly

 

Clinging on with fear as

 

Fireworks exploded into a million colours

 

 

 

You whispered in my ear

 

Reassuring me that everything was fine

 

The colours rained down on us

 

 

 

You ran your fingers through my hair

 

I shivered while they traced the frame of my neck

 

The sounds shrilling in my ear

 

 

 

You chuckled softly as I squirmed

 

Away from your touch, only to

 

Hold you tightly once again

 

 

 

We stood atop a hill,

 

Watching the night sky ablaze

 

But the one thing you forgot to do

 

Was reply, "I love you too."

I like that one, too. (: Good work Beckehnub.

That first one was a bit dark, yet you have a knack for writing, keep it up.