Tina stone. U were like a tutor from the first minute i joined.u told me everyone here is nice.u were realy nice and friendly..u always try to light up everydark part..u are indeed to be loved,ur a good person and writer. I look forward to seeing u I love u |
There are a LOT of very good people here. We are a close-knit community and I'm sure as you become involved in the various activities, you will make many friends. Help is not hard to find...just ask and you'll see many folks jump in to offer guidance. :) I'm glad you are here. |
Miranda keening Friendyyyyy I just decided to write some people here an epistle. This one goes to you. . . Tho we havent met,we have no idea where eachother stay. But you have been really nice,when i first texted u,i though u were gonna be rude and all but u werent any of that..i dont need to sit down and think of what to say about u because they are all in my heart,i will never forget u. I know if we get closer we might see someday. Your always clear when u speak..even tho its gonna hurt u try ur best to put it in a nice way. If everyone was cruel here i wouldnt have stayed. Still on it,i love u miranda keening |
I just added two documents to my portfolio "damaged" Its not actually my fault that they are short. Actualy the main story is over 500pages.but my phone cant type them all. I promise to finish them as soon as posible. Please,react to this post let me know who is following up my story. Thanks. Love ya! |
Should i complete the story friends??!! |
Pleasee, i dont understand whats going on here. Add me up on face book "pre cious" Here is what i wrote on my facebook bio "wattpad,writer,poet. I'mma return the vibes Dont stress me" Or drop your name :* |
She sat alone, alone and at home Where her screams where silent and her hrt seemed violet Her insecurities hid inside, and they did eat her alive A tear rolled down her face as her hrt began to race She took a blade and tore her bare skin where her depression lies within This went on for days,month,years, until she cried her last tears She decided she had had enough, the world around her was to tough She took a gun to her head, Congratulations society she is dead. ~precious pls rate my work |
Thanks so much y'all. I know i missed something. Please inbox me so i learn more |
Look girl a wise man once told me it's not my job to find out who you are as a writer, that is a journey we all have to take. Other people may help us, but ultimately we must be the ones to discover it. I offer you this exercise to improve and anyone else searching for their passion again. Once a day sit down and write five hundred words. Once you reach five hundred words, get up and walk away. If you feel pulled back to the chair to finish do so. If you don't feel the pull, toss it and start the process anew. The problem I see in some peoples work is they chain themselves to a plan. A plan is not a bad idea, but planning cannot teach you to trust your creativity. Writing is the art of trusting your creativity, in a way that makes sense to the population at large.Experiment find out who you are as a writer. |