>.< Wow, I feel weird posting a thread. >.> But I need opinions on this, a story I started and I wish to know if it's worth perusing. The title is the thread title...as if that wasn't obvious. ^^;
Here is the first chapter, it’s short so I figure it’s okay to go ahead and post it here, instead of providing a link.
Dear Reader,
I think someone will read this someday, I hope, if I finish it and if I don’t delete it, which I usually do. I felt the need, to release some stress, so I write, something anything. I write this the things I learn daily, the deep parts of my mind that no one will ever go into, I will have fiction, yes, but my lessons will be there. I love fiction therefore this will have magic and all that sort of things that makes me believe, makes me have hope, and ohh, and ahh. Now, I don’t believe myself a rather good writer, I love to draw just as much and hope to become a mangaka someday. Or in lame mans terms, a graphic novel author. If you still don’t know what that is, I will not explain, this note of mine is getting rather long so I might as well rap up. I am listening to Camisado by Panic At The Disco and have given up, for the time being, on my Full Metal Alchemist fanfiction. (Perhaps I will include a glossary at the end explaining all these terms and such.) So with that, I let you read, read on and look deeply within.
Yours Truly,
A bored, stressed soul with a need to express.
Chapter 1
The computer screen flashed its’ lights, attacking my eyeballs and brain, not to mention the keys were screwing up, badly, fortunately just in time for the writing portion of my homework. (Note: Sarcasm.) I took a swig from my tea sitting next to the laptop. Yum, Ice Tea. (Note: Not sarcasm.) I sighed, loudly. I wish I didn’t put things off until a.) I ended doing badly or that it was late, very late. Damn my powers for procrastinating. I could lament, really. The thing is, I’m not stupid, I’m not bragging or anything, I am not stupid. I get things rather quickly, although I can be slow and slow-witted. Not too bad, but still, I don’t love myself, quiet the opposite really. To me, everything I do is a mistake, one after another, and of course, people point these out. And I muse over things too much, like now, musing. Bad. Although might as well continue, my days are a kick from karma day after day, only my karma is special. When something good happens to me, something bad has to follow. It doesn’t help that I curse karma daily. I provoke it and karma is very vengeful. Straying away from my musing I need to focus on this completely useless task. I wanted to be reading, drawing sleeping, or doing nothing, anything but this. Going back to my musing, this was another flaw; I have NO motivation for anything school related. Not an ounce. Okay, no more musing. Isn’t it fun to talk to the voices inside my head? Why, yes it is!
“Honey?! Are you done with your homework?!” The answer to the question was no, but she doesn’t know that, “Yeah, mom!”
She curtly replied with, “Good! Bed time!” I sent back a grunt; I can be half-way truthful sometimes. Honestly I was staying up until the a.m.s. I have to sigh again. Thinking about tomorrow I wanted to go to sleep, for a long, long time. I hated school, it was tedious. It could be boring, but mostly tedious. I like to show-off but at the same time I don’t. I like doing excellent and I hate failing which is why I’m probably so depressed, most of the time. Another thing, I hate being judged and at the same time I love it. Me, being my wonderfully twisted self, love being able to throw come-backs at people, to show them this is who I am. Contradicting that, I don’t like being around strangers, and I hate being embarrassed, I hate that feeling like being a fish out of water. Woopsy, didn’t I say no more musing? Oh well, I always have been one to break promises. Also, while were on the subject of me, I despise being wrong or shown that I am wrong, but I love doing it myself. I have a natural dislike and awe of people who can do things better than I can, I’m also very shallow. I can put up good fronts, I do it a lot, and it always works. Okay, now I’m done. Coincidently enough I was done with my homework as well. I shut the lap top screen, and left it at my desk, my sister would get it later. I stood from my desk and shed my clothing, diving into bed. I temporarily forgot about tomorrow and focused on the sleep that was pulling me into its warm, soft, welcoming embrace. I was about to start musing again before darkness engulfed my vision and brain.
Here is the first chapter, it’s short so I figure it’s okay to go ahead and post it here, instead of providing a link.
Dear Reader,
I think someone will read this someday, I hope, if I finish it and if I don’t delete it, which I usually do. I felt the need, to release some stress, so I write, something anything. I write this the things I learn daily, the deep parts of my mind that no one will ever go into, I will have fiction, yes, but my lessons will be there. I love fiction therefore this will have magic and all that sort of things that makes me believe, makes me have hope, and ohh, and ahh. Now, I don’t believe myself a rather good writer, I love to draw just as much and hope to become a mangaka someday. Or in lame mans terms, a graphic novel author. If you still don’t know what that is, I will not explain, this note of mine is getting rather long so I might as well rap up. I am listening to Camisado by Panic At The Disco and have given up, for the time being, on my Full Metal Alchemist fanfiction. (Perhaps I will include a glossary at the end explaining all these terms and such.) So with that, I let you read, read on and look deeply within.
Yours Truly,
A bored, stressed soul with a need to express.
Chapter 1
The computer screen flashed its’ lights, attacking my eyeballs and brain, not to mention the keys were screwing up, badly, fortunately just in time for the writing portion of my homework. (Note: Sarcasm.) I took a swig from my tea sitting next to the laptop. Yum, Ice Tea. (Note: Not sarcasm.) I sighed, loudly. I wish I didn’t put things off until a.) I ended doing badly or that it was late, very late. Damn my powers for procrastinating. I could lament, really. The thing is, I’m not stupid, I’m not bragging or anything, I am not stupid. I get things rather quickly, although I can be slow and slow-witted. Not too bad, but still, I don’t love myself, quiet the opposite really. To me, everything I do is a mistake, one after another, and of course, people point these out. And I muse over things too much, like now, musing. Bad. Although might as well continue, my days are a kick from karma day after day, only my karma is special. When something good happens to me, something bad has to follow. It doesn’t help that I curse karma daily. I provoke it and karma is very vengeful. Straying away from my musing I need to focus on this completely useless task. I wanted to be reading, drawing sleeping, or doing nothing, anything but this. Going back to my musing, this was another flaw; I have NO motivation for anything school related. Not an ounce. Okay, no more musing. Isn’t it fun to talk to the voices inside my head? Why, yes it is!
“Honey?! Are you done with your homework?!” The answer to the question was no, but she doesn’t know that, “Yeah, mom!”
She curtly replied with, “Good! Bed time!” I sent back a grunt; I can be half-way truthful sometimes. Honestly I was staying up until the a.m.s. I have to sigh again. Thinking about tomorrow I wanted to go to sleep, for a long, long time. I hated school, it was tedious. It could be boring, but mostly tedious. I like to show-off but at the same time I don’t. I like doing excellent and I hate failing which is why I’m probably so depressed, most of the time. Another thing, I hate being judged and at the same time I love it. Me, being my wonderfully twisted self, love being able to throw come-backs at people, to show them this is who I am. Contradicting that, I don’t like being around strangers, and I hate being embarrassed, I hate that feeling like being a fish out of water. Woopsy, didn’t I say no more musing? Oh well, I always have been one to break promises. Also, while were on the subject of me, I despise being wrong or shown that I am wrong, but I love doing it myself. I have a natural dislike and awe of people who can do things better than I can, I’m also very shallow. I can put up good fronts, I do it a lot, and it always works. Okay, now I’m done. Coincidently enough I was done with my homework as well. I shut the lap top screen, and left it at my desk, my sister would get it later. I stood from my desk and shed my clothing, diving into bed. I temporarily forgot about tomorrow and focused on the sleep that was pulling me into its warm, soft, welcoming embrace. I was about to start musing again before darkness engulfed my vision and brain.
