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.
1 being the best 10 the worst
These Bücher are great for summer Lesen I can honestly say that anyone that reads them will want to read them again.
10. Deacula Von Bram Stoker
9. The Hobbit Von Tolken
8. I'm the king of the schloss Von Susan Hill
7. 1984 Von George Orwell
6. The secret diary of Adrian maulwurf Von Sue Townsend
5. Pride and prejudice Von Jane Austine
4. Jane Eyre Von charlotte Bronte
3. Lord of the Flies Von William Golding
2. The curious incident of the dog in the nighttime Von Mark Haddon
1 Rebecca Von Daphne du Maurier
These Bücher are great for summer Lesen I can honestly say that anyone that reads them will want to read them again.
10. Deacula Von Bram Stoker
9. The Hobbit Von Tolken
8. I'm the king of the schloss Von Susan Hill
7. 1984 Von George Orwell
6. The secret diary of Adrian maulwurf Von Sue Townsend
5. Pride and prejudice Von Jane Austine
4. Jane Eyre Von charlotte Bronte
3. Lord of the Flies Von William Golding
2. The curious incident of the dog in the nighttime Von Mark Haddon
1 Rebecca Von Daphne du Maurier
Remembering is just an invention of the mind,
So Du need not try to remember something,
Du remember it automatically.
Which is the best thing that Du could have.
The good times that we had...
It is placed in a portion of your mind.
The bad times that we had...
It is placed in the other part of your mind.
Du try to forget all of the bad things that happened,
But it is not possible.
It is stuck in you.
The bad things are painted in ink on your heart.
The good things, Du try to remember.
And they stay.
They never go.
Never leave you.
Remembering is just an invention of the mind.
And, well...I guess I'm happy for that.
So I can remember every friend I've had,
Every boyfriend,
And all the good times.
Every memory will never leave my heart.
They will never be forsaken.
Never.
So Du need not try to remember something,
Du remember it automatically.
Which is the best thing that Du could have.
The good times that we had...
It is placed in a portion of your mind.
The bad times that we had...
It is placed in the other part of your mind.
Du try to forget all of the bad things that happened,
But it is not possible.
It is stuck in you.
The bad things are painted in ink on your heart.
The good things, Du try to remember.
And they stay.
They never go.
Never leave you.
Remembering is just an invention of the mind.
And, well...I guess I'm happy for that.
So I can remember every friend I've had,
Every boyfriend,
And all the good times.
Every memory will never leave my heart.
They will never be forsaken.
Never.
*Poem I wrote for a class project on the holocaust.
DON'T COPY*
Different in ways they couldn't control
Killed for reasons we do not know
Ranging from ages young to old
The innocent people were taken from homes
Soulless people did not care
That the Jewish were in despair
Concentration camps ending their screams
Breaking apart their families
Not once did they do anything wrong
They opened their mouths and sang a sad song
Years went Von and Mehr pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust
DON'T COPY*
Different in ways they couldn't control
Killed for reasons we do not know
Ranging from ages young to old
The innocent people were taken from homes
Soulless people did not care
That the Jewish were in despair
Concentration camps ending their screams
Breaking apart their families
Not once did they do anything wrong
They opened their mouths and sang a sad song
Years went Von and Mehr pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust
Me and Those
Ever noticed that in this life
Everyone wants Du to do something,
oder be something
That sometimes Du don’t want to be?
They are those!
Du know them!
Du probably have those in your house.
They are those who expect Du to take a path,
Even though,
Sometimes,
Du don’t want to take.
They are those who expect Du to be great,
Even though,
Sometimes,
Du prefer to be small and humble.
But do Du think,
For the slightest second,
That they care about that?
They don’t!
They are your parents,
Your grandparents,
Your Uncles and aunts,
That since Du were born,
Came up with a path for Du in life.
But know this,
And say it to yourself:
They are those, they matter,
But me is I,
And I’m the main character.
Sitting right where Du are
Du have no claim on me
I know my own path
I am my own guide
Du are nothing to me
No matter how Du try
What do Du care?
If I'm not doing it right
I'm not following you
I know my own path
I am my own guide
Du don't know me
No matter how Du try
Why are Du here?
Du know I don't want you
I told Du to leave me
I am my own path
I know my own guide
Du can't mold me
No matter how Du try
Why do I feel compelled to write angsty poetry? I swear I'm not even that angsty. LOL Oh well, I hope someone out there enjoys it.
A whisper in the cavern that goes unheard,
and a glimmer in the sky that stays unnoticed,
like the start of a brand new life, at the peak
of a mountain never scaled, lies in wait.
It can't be moved Von any cosmic mover,
so no passing wind oder fog will douse it.
Only your eyes can scratch out the image
oder accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.
Will Du take hold of the key you're offered?
Stop Singen of freedom; seek it instead?
To become a companion of the new
takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.
But even Von taking one step forward,
Von placing one hand onto the mountain,
as the wind tugs gently at your back,
Du will realize the cage has already been broken.
and a glimmer in the sky that stays unnoticed,
like the start of a brand new life, at the peak
of a mountain never scaled, lies in wait.
It can't be moved Von any cosmic mover,
so no passing wind oder fog will douse it.
Only your eyes can scratch out the image
oder accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.
Will Du take hold of the key you're offered?
Stop Singen of freedom; seek it instead?
To become a companion of the new
takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.
But even Von taking one step forward,
Von placing one hand onto the mountain,
as the wind tugs gently at your back,
Du will realize the cage has already been broken.