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You may grow old and trembling in your anatomies, you may lie awake at night listening to the
disorder of your veins,you may miss your only love, you may see the world around you devastated by evil
lunatics, or know your honor trampled in the sewers of baser minds. There is only one thing for it; to learn.
Learn why the world wags and what wags it; that is the only thing which the mind can never exhaust, never aleinate, never be tortured by, never fear or distrust, and never dream of regretting.
- T.H White
You may grow old and trembling in your anatomies, you may lie awake at night listening to the
disorder of your veins,you may miss your only love, you may see the world around you devastated by evil
lunatics, or know your honor trampled in the sewers of baser minds. There is only one thing for it; to learn.
Learn why the world wags and what wags it; that is the only thing which the mind can never exhaust, never aleinate, never be tortured by, never fear or distrust, and never dream of regretting.
- T.H White
"History seems to suggest
blatantly
that a man gains the level of wisdom in proportion to the height & length of own freedom from the bondage of woman. "
~Anuj Somany
that a man gains the level of wisdom in proportion to the height & length of own freedom from the bondage of woman. "
~Anuj Somany
"Nature’s law is such that it metes out its justice to
everyone as they deserve by giving each person the same or
similar character of people as who he/she is by his/her
nature."
~Anuj Somany
"Every man has an option i.e LIFE or WIFE; but if he wants both of his
own, then his living has to have RIFE of STRIFE.”
~Anuj Somany
~Anuj Somany
Do authors cry when they kill the best character or do they
smile, laugh and have a cup of tea with Satan? O,o
I am a Writer
I write to escape the harsh reality around me
I live through characters and made up dreams
I fantasize about mystical powers,
and I wonder what it would be like to be noticed.
I am a Writer
I inspire others through my words
I create myself in impossible situations
I see the darkest of the hero and the brightest of the villain
I control all.
I am a Writer
I Journey to world beyond imagination
I build dream worlds and terrors
I can swipe out an army with one flick of a pen,
and I can mold a nation in one sentence.
I am a Writer.
I take people to places of thier wildest dreams.
I forge seemingly unreachable and unrealistic goals,
and I chase them every time.
I am a Writer.
I live through characters and made up dreams
I fantasize about mystical powers,
and I wonder what it would be like to be noticed.
I am a Writer
I inspire others through my words
I create myself in impossible situations
I see the darkest of the hero and the brightest of the villain
I control all.
I am a Writer
I Journey to world beyond imagination
I build dream worlds and terrors
I can swipe out an army with one flick of a pen,
and I can mold a nation in one sentence.
I am a Writer.
I take people to places of thier wildest dreams.
I forge seemingly unreachable and unrealistic goals,
and I chase them every time.
I am a Writer.
Angels Hide Demons
Chapter 4
"Rowan Talley, Period 4." I dotted the i
and slid my finished English homework into a binder, then closed
up my backpack. My phone buzzed, and I pounced on it like a wild
cat. It was Brayden.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Rowan. I heard you know-"
"Where you were today? Don't worry; I won't tell." Because I might die if I do.
"Thanks. So what did I miss in Science?"
"Nothing interesting. We watched a video about biodiversity in Madagascar; no notes, no homework."
"Really?"
"It's because we all got A's on the Chapter 7 Test."
"Cool. Well, thanks again. I gotta go."
"Okay; bye."
I snapped my phone shut and gave a sigh of relief. Brayden was okay. So, what did they do today?
I decided to go to bed early, since anything else I did would most likely put me in a bad mood. Scrolling through Facebook on my phone, I found this really unusual stream of friendly messages- from Alaia. WTF was this?! In my private messenger, I typed back:
Alaia, I know that we used to be friends. But we're not anymore. Not after what you did a year ago. I'm sorry but I just can't forgive you. If you want things to be the way they used to be, well, that won't happen unless you find yourself a time machine. And what was up with this afternoon?
She never replied to the message.
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Okie Dokie, guys. This was a super-short chapter because I have a few author's notes for you. First of all, the layout. I have a couple things to adress about the formatting. One, if you can't already see it, the title and chapter number are supposed to be written in this really pretty script font, which isn't normally available on Witty (I coded it in). I found out yesterday that the font doesn't show up on mobile, and it also is written as Comic Sans (this font) on certain computer monitors. I just really hope that you guys can all see it, because I love it. In addition, do you like the current formatting? Is it too plain? Any suggestions? If you have an idea in mind, go ahead and comment. I love to get feedback from you guys.
Formatting/Layouts/HTML/CSS Coding aside, what do you guys think of the story so far? This is the first story I've put out there that isn't fanfiction. (BTW don't look me up because the fanfic I write is absolute garbage) I'll take any and all constructive criticism you guys can provide. I think that's about it.
Oh, one more thing! If anyone wants me to notify them when I post new chapters, comment on this or my profile and I'll do that for you, from now on. I'm already notifying EpicTrouble and skittlepringle.
THANKS FOR READING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Hello?"
"Hey, Rowan. I heard you know-"
"Where you were today? Don't worry; I won't tell." Because I might die if I do.
"Thanks. So what did I miss in Science?"
"Nothing interesting. We watched a video about biodiversity in Madagascar; no notes, no homework."
"Really?"
"It's because we all got A's on the Chapter 7 Test."
"Cool. Well, thanks again. I gotta go."
"Okay; bye."
I snapped my phone shut and gave a sigh of relief. Brayden was okay. So, what did they do today?
I decided to go to bed early, since anything else I did would most likely put me in a bad mood. Scrolling through Facebook on my phone, I found this really unusual stream of friendly messages- from Alaia. WTF was this?! In my private messenger, I typed back:
Alaia, I know that we used to be friends. But we're not anymore. Not after what you did a year ago. I'm sorry but I just can't forgive you. If you want things to be the way they used to be, well, that won't happen unless you find yourself a time machine. And what was up with this afternoon?
She never replied to the message.
_____________________________________________________________________________________
Okie Dokie, guys. This was a super-short chapter because I have a few author's notes for you. First of all, the layout. I have a couple things to adress about the formatting. One, if you can't already see it, the title and chapter number are supposed to be written in this really pretty script font, which isn't normally available on Witty (I coded it in). I found out yesterday that the font doesn't show up on mobile, and it also is written as Comic Sans (this font) on certain computer monitors. I just really hope that you guys can all see it, because I love it. In addition, do you like the current formatting? Is it too plain? Any suggestions? If you have an idea in mind, go ahead and comment. I love to get feedback from you guys.
Formatting/Layouts/HTML/CSS Coding aside, what do you guys think of the story so far? This is the first story I've put out there that isn't fanfiction. (BTW don't look me up because the fanfic I write is absolute garbage) I'll take any and all constructive criticism you guys can provide. I think that's about it.
Oh, one more thing! If anyone wants me to notify them when I post new chapters, comment on this or my profile and I'll do that for you, from now on. I'm already notifying EpicTrouble and skittlepringle.
THANKS FOR READING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
someday, i will
write as
well as my favourite authors.
someday, i will see my own writing
on the shelves, in bookstores.
but today is not that day.
no, today, i will sit here,
alone in my bedroom, and write.
well as my favourite authors.
someday, i will see my own writing
on the shelves, in bookstores.
but today is not that day.
no, today, i will sit here,
alone in my bedroom, and write.
