A poem I wrote a couple of months ago for an english project. Hope y'all enjoy!!! (re-edited)
Regardless of dwellers' intentions, good or bad, the vibe is toxic. | My heart has crying eyes and not blind eyes.
A fun series comprising me, my characters, characters of Commaful writers and writers themselves.
Sometimes we are influenced by a story's point of view without realizing it.
Draft of a story... just for fun. Hope you like!
~Sirens wailed in the distance, but the man in the alley ignored them. Dingy shadows painted him gray...~
April 22nd The glistening sun has gradually risen above the mountains here in Chichibu and gives me the energy to start a new day.
"Right now, it came in the form of flitting shadows, lingering slightly too long in her gaze, seeming to melt behind her, and that goddamned chattering sound."
A subtle shift in how you see-what you see- makes a world of a difference....,
A poem I wrote a couple of months ago for an english project. Hope y'all enjoy!!! (re-edited)
Regardless of dwellers' intentions, good or bad, the vibe is toxic. | My heart has crying eyes and not blind eyes.
A fun series comprising me, my characters, characters of Commaful writers and writers themselves.
Sometimes we are influenced by a story's point of view without realizing it.
Draft of a story... just for fun. Hope you like!
~Sirens wailed in the distance, but the man in the alley ignored them. Dingy shadows painted him gray...~
April 22nd The glistening sun has gradually risen above the mountains here in Chichibu and gives me the energy to start a new day.
"Right now, it came in the form of flitting shadows, lingering slightly too long in her gaze, seeming to melt behind her, and that goddamned chattering sound."
A subtle shift in how you see-what you see- makes a world of a difference....,