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Hii! This is a poem I wrote for my English homework. Because tankas are really short, I'll be copying this down here. ~ The roaring waves crash against the shore, man standing in awe. The pebbles on the sand feel spiky underfoot.

Vivian’s feet felt rooted to the stony road as she recognized the person who she thought was long gone. Indigo. Her black hair flew in the wind, her green eyes glinting with malice, and her dark blue hoodie encasing her from the chill. Vivian took a step back. The gun in Indigo’s arms seemed more threatening in the twilight. It glinted eerily as the last of the sun’s rays bounced off it. She suddenly felt very vulnerable in her dark green sweater dress. “I found you,” said Indigo, her words flat and metallic. “Did you really think you could run away from me?” Vivian knew Indigo would win this fight. She was unarmed. “No,” she replied. She tried to stop the words, but this time her control failed her. “I only think – know – that I can defeat you.” When a sneer started to curl on Indigo’s face, Vivian focused and leaped on top of her. Indigo gasped with surprise as Vivian landed on her, and the gun clattered away. Indigo was wiry, but she was stronger t

Heyy! I have some writing tips for you today; I am not a professional or perfect writer, these are just some guidelines that help me write stuff. [ proceed? ] [ yes  ]  [ no ] tip #1 Use the settings and genres you feel most comfortable writing. If you can't write horror, don't push yourself to. If you find it hard to write about nighttime or the mountains, do something else. In the long run, you should practise writing all sorts of genres, but I find it easier to write about coldness/nighttime, which is why a lot of my stories are mainly set at night. tip #2 Provide details. Details about a person, clothing, setting, view, all draw in the reader. For example, the sentence, "I looked at the mountains" is straight and clear, but if you said "I stared at the mountains, their edges glowing in the setting sun" would work better. Also something like "Her silver dress was beautiful" could be turned into "She was wearing a silver dress,

Yea so this is a story I wrote for school... owo --- It was a howling night. The stars were hidden by the tufts of clouds that were also hiding the gleaming moon. It was a night of mystery, and the sort of night you would often find in a noir detective novel. Nyx could not sleep. Her mind was clouded with strange thoughts, random, and eerie. She was given to strange wonderings, but at this time of night they seemed even more unnerving than usual. The wind forced her window open, which was a sliding window and which she had not closed properly. She swept her thin white blanket around her, and quietly tiptoed over to the window, her feet trembling because of the cold wooden floorboards. Nyx raised her hand to close and latch the window, her lithe white form looking like a ghost, but as she brushed the cold metal with her fingertips, a high-pitched, chilling scream was heard outside. Then, a bright golden glow half-blinded her, then died down. Nyx blinked in fear.

Hello hello hELLO there and it is Subhana who has suddenly developed a taste for poetry and is sharing some of her trashy terrible poems here yay! oof, cancel that xD anyway got tons of homework to do, why am I blogging #WellProcastinationIAmAmazingAtIt --- Winter December snow Flakes floating flying falling Whispering winter Sunset Pink, purple and blue streak the twilight The clouds wreath around the sun's golden light Seeing this view I feel powerfully, perfectly amazing I know in my heart that I can do absolutely anything Ice Frosty frozen icicles hang from the ceiling Touching the snow gives me a cold chilly feeling Flowers In summer petals Open wide, colored in red yellow, purple, pink Rain Rain falls on the ground so dry Why did the clouds choose to cry?