I'm Schreiben two novels, I know what most people think (WHY!) but i've decided to do one hand written and work upon it at school, where one of my teachers is happy to look at and talk to me about the errors that I've done. Whereas the other novel I'm working on the computer which i would like people to read it and discuss whats good and bad about it. Anyway, I've copied and pasted this novel that I've begun from an animal crossing Forum and here it is.
Chapter 1: The Frowning Mirror
The heat swarmed around me, wrapping me with comfort and content. I knew that this feeling that conflicted with my memories over the years would never end. But I still held onto the grains of willpower. Even if no-one else would. I glanced around New York city, Home to the stockbrokers living their lives in the riches and wealth of Greed and Pride. I spat at them. I mean, how can they live their life when all about them are losing themselves and becoming fragments of dust.
How...
Our president, Herbert Hoover, was everyones apfel, apple of the eye catch, in that he promised us what the stockbrokers had. With every fighting breathe that he could muster. He was the promise that we all wanted. I gently placed my hand within my jacke pocket, and pulled out a small black notepad, enscripted with the words "Diary". I flickered through the notepad until I reached a blank page. I withdrew my pen swiftly from my hosen, hose pocket and scribbled down the words "Not yet...".
"Hey Man" someone shouted from a distance. I could tell Von the low tone of the voice that it was my good friend Harry Poutts. His hair was straighted back far enough to look like he was in a gang, however, this was not the case for the ex-stokebroker that had his dreams shattered many years ago. I placed the notepad and pen safely back into my pocket.
"Hey Harry, what Du up to today then?" I replied politely but dazled Von the sunlights blaze in my eyes.
"I've joined this book club, i-i-its really FUN!"
(Oh yeah, he's also stutters a lot due to an accident from the past)
"Cool, hey, wanna get some drinks before we head of"
"Sure, i-im gonna get drunker than an Irish bartender on a Saturdays night!"
"Haha, let's go"
As we walked off together down the streets, a calm wind blew that very same moment, almost as though a heed of warning.
The sweet aroma of hot Hunde and fumes filled our panting lungs. My eyes twitched as though they had movement of their own. People hussled up and down the straße almost as though they had something Mehr important to do then the other person. I pulled out my cigarettes and lighter and began striking it. I threw the lighter back inside my crisp dry hosen, hose pocket and blew out poisonous gas from my cracked lips.
"Harry, how is your wife doing?" I sagte abruptedly.
Harry eyes and eyebrows look down to the floor painfully.
"Sam, I mean no offence when I say this, but I don't think that this is the best time to talk about things like this now." Harry answered, with deep thought.
"I'm sorry, is it because-"
Harry nodded his head in confirmation.
"Oh" I said. "Sorry"
As we got to Lomans Road, I sensed a spicy taste of satisfaction as our eyes grew upon our sanctuary, Eddies Bar.
I would like to get some feedback so far so that I can carry on with it. If Du have any Fragen about what the novel is all about oder what is happening, I'll be grateful to explain.
Chapter 1: The Frowning Mirror
The heat swarmed around me, wrapping me with comfort and content. I knew that this feeling that conflicted with my memories over the years would never end. But I still held onto the grains of willpower. Even if no-one else would. I glanced around New York city, Home to the stockbrokers living their lives in the riches and wealth of Greed and Pride. I spat at them. I mean, how can they live their life when all about them are losing themselves and becoming fragments of dust.
How...
Our president, Herbert Hoover, was everyones apfel, apple of the eye catch, in that he promised us what the stockbrokers had. With every fighting breathe that he could muster. He was the promise that we all wanted. I gently placed my hand within my jacke pocket, and pulled out a small black notepad, enscripted with the words "Diary". I flickered through the notepad until I reached a blank page. I withdrew my pen swiftly from my hosen, hose pocket and scribbled down the words "Not yet...".
"Hey Man" someone shouted from a distance. I could tell Von the low tone of the voice that it was my good friend Harry Poutts. His hair was straighted back far enough to look like he was in a gang, however, this was not the case for the ex-stokebroker that had his dreams shattered many years ago. I placed the notepad and pen safely back into my pocket.
"Hey Harry, what Du up to today then?" I replied politely but dazled Von the sunlights blaze in my eyes.
"I've joined this book club, i-i-its really FUN!"
(Oh yeah, he's also stutters a lot due to an accident from the past)
"Cool, hey, wanna get some drinks before we head of"
"Sure, i-im gonna get drunker than an Irish bartender on a Saturdays night!"
"Haha, let's go"
As we walked off together down the streets, a calm wind blew that very same moment, almost as though a heed of warning.
The sweet aroma of hot Hunde and fumes filled our panting lungs. My eyes twitched as though they had movement of their own. People hussled up and down the straße almost as though they had something Mehr important to do then the other person. I pulled out my cigarettes and lighter and began striking it. I threw the lighter back inside my crisp dry hosen, hose pocket and blew out poisonous gas from my cracked lips.
"Harry, how is your wife doing?" I sagte abruptedly.
Harry eyes and eyebrows look down to the floor painfully.
"Sam, I mean no offence when I say this, but I don't think that this is the best time to talk about things like this now." Harry answered, with deep thought.
"I'm sorry, is it because-"
Harry nodded his head in confirmation.
"Oh" I said. "Sorry"
As we got to Lomans Road, I sensed a spicy taste of satisfaction as our eyes grew upon our sanctuary, Eddies Bar.
I would like to get some feedback so far so that I can carry on with it. If Du have any Fragen about what the novel is all about oder what is happening, I'll be grateful to explain.
Pride is a belief in myself (or someone else) that within me is something no one else has just like me. Pride can be a wonderful thing. My coaches are proud of me when I execute a Bewegen perfectly. I am proud of my efforts when I get the right answer to a test question. However, pride can have a negative connotation. If I am prideful of my Singen talent oder of my sports accomplishments, then I am not feeling the right kind of pride. Yes, I can be pleased with my abilities; but when I let it go to my head, then I am full of pride, just like Odysseus often was. Von believing that I am the only person with that talent, I inflate my ego. I believe myself to be “the best of the best,” and this can damage my relationships with others. They would not want my company if the only things I spoke of were my own accomplishments.
Meghan ran to the bus stop, where she saw Pompika. Thankfully Pompika looked at her politely and sagte “You know I saw Reg but ya know, how she’s jus’ across the street, she seems a lil’ mad!” Meghan thought for a Sekunde and thought ‘why lose Pompika?’ and said, “Geez I don’t know?” Now she wished she had told the truth, instead of lying. “Oh I wish ya did.” Pompika said. “Tsk-Tsk, bad grammar Pompi” sagte Meghan. “Sorry, fine I wish Du did. There ya… Du go” “Hhhmmm, nice save.” Meghan said. “Hey look, Reg’s a comin’” sagte Pompika. “Great that’s good… wait REG!!!” sagte Meghan. “What?” sagte Pompika. "nothing."
Kat.
i am looking for the star, our star, but this time i am alone, Du aren't standing on the port Weiter to me..
i feel i am Lost now, i can't find this star. Du remeber what did i descoverd that night? i found only one star, sterne in the whole Portsaid's sky..
Du didn't belive that one star, sterne is exist.. Du said: which star? the sky is felling of the stars!
i thought Du was kidding, i was very sure that there's one star.. yeah, sure as the blind is sure that there's nothing around him!
now i see what Du were talking about, i loved you, so i couldn't see anyone else but you..
Du was my heart's only love..
it was Portsaid's only star..
but Du .. Du didn't point to the same star, Du saw all the stars but mine..
now i am alone, seeing many stars, can't find my star, am i blind? oder ..was i blind?
twinkle, twinkle, my littel star..
Portsaid's only star, which one is you?
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*Portsaid is an Egyptian port.
i feel i am Lost now, i can't find this star. Du remeber what did i descoverd that night? i found only one star, sterne in the whole Portsaid's sky..
Du didn't belive that one star, sterne is exist.. Du said: which star? the sky is felling of the stars!
i thought Du was kidding, i was very sure that there's one star.. yeah, sure as the blind is sure that there's nothing around him!
now i see what Du were talking about, i loved you, so i couldn't see anyone else but you..
Du was my heart's only love..
it was Portsaid's only star..
but Du .. Du didn't point to the same star, Du saw all the stars but mine..
now i am alone, seeing many stars, can't find my star, am i blind? oder ..was i blind?
twinkle, twinkle, my littel star..
Portsaid's only star, which one is you?
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*Portsaid is an Egyptian port.
I wrote this is five minutes. Not that good, I know.
It's in the point of view of a fire.
It's in a fireplace in a living room.
Hope Du enjoy.
Read to the rhythym Du would
'The Night Before Christmas'
I flickered and jumped
and sat on the logs
and watched as the human
kicked off his clogs.
The dog soon followed
and sat Von his side
and they soon were asleep
and my flame soon died.
But a flicker did linger
and I wondered a bit.
When would be the Weiter time
that I would be lit?
-starwarsfangirl
5/4/10
It's in the point of view of a fire.
It's in a fireplace in a living room.
Hope Du enjoy.
Read to the rhythym Du would
'The Night Before Christmas'
I flickered and jumped
and sat on the logs
and watched as the human
kicked off his clogs.
The dog soon followed
and sat Von his side
and they soon were asleep
and my flame soon died.
But a flicker did linger
and I wondered a bit.
When would be the Weiter time
that I would be lit?
-starwarsfangirl
5/4/10
love bites
Du hurt me,
Both externally,
And internally,
Du twist a pin into my heart,
And gather my flowing blood onto a cart.
Du think Du can hurt me,
Just because Du gave me money,
Du think Du can make my life like hell,
Just because I am the one who made Du fell.
I wish Du have never gegeben birth to me,
I wish I can expose what Du are for all to see.
I hate you,
And I hate Du to the heart's core,
I want Du to hear my vengeful call.
I respect Du because I must,
Yet Du blame me for not giving Du my trust.
How can I love, oder trust, a person like you?
Who makes me feel I'm feebler than cotton wool?
I am forever imprisoned to Du Von blood,
For as long as I live,
The relation between us cannot be cut,
But soon I will take my leave,
Hoping that forever Du will grieve
Both externally,
And internally,
Du twist a pin into my heart,
And gather my flowing blood onto a cart.
Du think Du can hurt me,
Just because Du gave me money,
Du think Du can make my life like hell,
Just because I am the one who made Du fell.
I wish Du have never gegeben birth to me,
I wish I can expose what Du are for all to see.
I hate you,
And I hate Du to the heart's core,
I want Du to hear my vengeful call.
I respect Du because I must,
Yet Du blame me for not giving Du my trust.
How can I love, oder trust, a person like you?
Who makes me feel I'm feebler than cotton wool?
I am forever imprisoned to Du Von blood,
For as long as I live,
The relation between us cannot be cut,
But soon I will take my leave,
Hoping that forever Du will grieve
