I am a twenty year old aspiring poet with a love for music and drawing. I also write stories from time to time and keep up several journals. I am new to the whole 'professional writing' thing so this is going to be a learning experience.
You Hold The Ocean In Your Eyes
Jessie's favorite hangout spot in the small town of Cushing, Oklahoma happened to be the local pool. She weren’t a huge fan of swimming or wearing the outrageous swimsuits you’d see other girls in, but she’d go, spending most of her free time there when not in class since the background noise was relaxing and allowed her to draw peacefully. Jessie would use the people around her as motivation, making quick sketches here and there when something in particular caught her interest.
Point Of No Return
Matt was at a party with his friends when it happened. The party was important, anyone who was anyone went and this wasn't his first time going to one of these types of things. Though, Matt always dragged his friends along, invitation or not. The five of them claimed a corner of their own in the loud house in order to sit down and begin playing cards.
Taylor finished up the Summoning Circle with one last stroke of the brush, smearing her own blood into a completed circle; the crimson star on the inside carefully measured and painted, along with the numerous ancient symbols that the translations for had long since been forgotten in the mind of man. She straightened out of her crouch, knees popping from squatting for so long as she shifted back a step to survey her handiwork with a critical eye. All appeared to be in order, the blood just beginning to dry as she properly positioned the unlit black candles strategically around the border of the circle..
What Keeping A Dream Journal Can Do For You
I started my dream journal way back in 2014. It was a kind of a spur of the moment thing because -at the time- I actually only wrote my dreams down in order to tell it them to my sister. She'd always complained about my horrible ability to explain stuff on the fly and I figured that it was a sound solution.
Someone shook Alec awake and she opened her eyes to see a pale goth back away from her. Glancing around allowed her to put together that she was at a gathering of some sort in an unfamiliar basement. Around the dark-haired woman were a bunch of random strangers, all seemingly as groggy as herself and just as confused. “Where the hell am I?! Who are you people?!” A man cried out, leaping up from where he’d been previously slumped against the couch. Alec winced at his pitchy voice and heaved herself out of the chair she’d been sleeping in.
Gale shuffled onto the dock, ambling until he ran out of wooden planks to stare at and his downcast gaze met open water. He paused, the salty breeze ruffling his clothes. With a long-suffering sigh, he lowered himself to settle onto the edge with his feet dangling over the dark water. The ginger couldn’t see more than a few inches down, it was eerie and more than a bit off-putting, his mind creating disturbing images of what could be lurking in its depths.